Sitting at home,
Doing nothing wrong.
Waiting for my friend
What all could have happened
Besides his own depression.
I got a text message later,
Saying something\'s wrong.
Thought they were only joking
But I guess I was wrong.
Something really happened.
My friend wasn’t happy.
So he took a bullet,
Ending his very own life .
Now everyone here misses him
But that wasn’t till he was gone.
They told him just to do it.
That’s when he just went and did it.
It’s been a couple years later
Now no one even remembers.
He was only 18.
Didn’t have his family.
Not having a real feeling,
Nor having any real love.
He came close once or twice.
But the second broke his heart.
Many of his reasons,
Combined into one big mess.
Overwhelmed in a lot of stress.
No wonder why he wanted
To just take his last breath.