About a boy

He\'s having a hard time
He can\'t make up his mind
Who is his friend and who is not
Who should he trust and who should he drop
Drinking and taking drugs
Hanging out with street thugs
His family worry about him and are upset
But he chooses his to be with the friends he just met
They tell him lies to keep him near
They whisper bullshit into his ear
One day everything blows
And the boy has nowhere to go
His family have given up
Now he has no-one to trust
He decides to take the easy way
And end his life, right now, today
A drug overdose or to cut his wrists?
He goes to a mountain covered in mist
Crying and sobbing for someone
He jumps up and sprints to a run
The drugs have made him high
But not happy instead he cries
Life is over is what he thought
Out of his bag he gets the gun he bought
No-one came, hours have passed
He ends his life with one blast
He drops to the muddy ground
He hopes to never be found
In a shallow grave is where he lays
His sad life ended on this rainy day
Now he lays in the bush, which is silent
They don\'t understand how he could be so violent
He lays there still
His hearty beat is nil
A life ended so tragically
His spirit will rise magically
To where he goes, nobody knows
Around the bush his spirit freely flows.