Blood rushed down his arm
Just like tears rush down her face
There's fire in his eyes
And an overdose in her veins
Lord help these children, they've dot so much more to live for
Some families are blessed with life
But their's just became poor
Just cause she thought death was the answer.
The twist of a pill cap
Or a foot in a tub
The beginning of the worst
That can't be healed with a back rub
These kids are dying faster than I can track
Bullies, self-worth, family, and challenges
I just wish we could get our brother back.
How can we stop them from jumping to their deaths?
Suicide, a choice, that should never feel like the only way out.