Suicide

So fragile, his heart is broken
in a million peices, bruised
he lays down motionless
alone, cold, and confused

he cries tears of blood
for you he gave it all
he had reached the top
but then he seemed to fall

he is so heartbroken
and that no one can deny
but soon the pain will go
and he wont want to die

he will see the light
and feel great again
but until that day
he tries to stop the pain

he hasnt left the house
for a week or two
and the time has come
you know what to do

you knock the door
and he isnt there
open it alone
no, you wouldnt dare

you knock again, again
and open up the door
to see him laying motionless
in a heap sprawled on the floor

you run over to the phone
pick it up and dial
"i need an ambulance!"
"it will be there in a while"

the flashing light
comes down the street
you worry more as it comes closer
and your heart skips another beat

unconcious was he
laying down half dead
it could have been better
he could have been with you instead