The End

the sweet, sweet end
how could this have been?
he was pondering with a knife by his side
are you wondering how he died?

the sweet, sweet end
how could this have been?
he was pondering with a knife by his side
are you wondering how he died?
the day he went to school
the day he came home a fool
people called him names for being himself
all he wants is to be his true self
he tried to ignore the remark
he was surrounded by the dark
He thought about cutting
he thought about killing
He told himself he should not
But his thoughts were caught in a knot
When he got home
he wrote a poem
that was his note
describing his fault
why he is doing this
why it shall be
that day he took that knife
that day he took his life
was the day of your win
the day he had been
the blood was on the bed
this mother found him dead
her life was saken
his life was taken
you won in the end
you lost no friend
because of this
there is loneiness
To his one and only true friend
THE SWEET, SWEET END