Show me the boy I'll show you the man,
I guess it must have been part of your plan?
Two brothers, Forged in short time..
The elder watched for the younger,
Both divine.
Cute little faces
Questions and games
Two different souls
One of the same.
So much potential
At this tender age
The burdens of life should not be engaged.
But that's what you do..
When there's no body else
So the boy is a man
It's self defence.
Keep on keeping
When everyone fails
Did he have enough?
No one knows.
We thought was fine
I prayed for him twice
We spoke on the phone
He seemed alright..
So why jump from the thirty fifth floor?
Was the burden to great
Did we all ignore?
Communities failure?
The burden is mine.
I sat on my arse
Thinking everything's fine..
To lazy to travel or pick up the phone
Content in my contentment
Cosy all alone.
Now is to late
Potential has died.
A fifteen year old carcass
Good for the flies.
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I jumped from 35th floor, in my hobby as The Birdman! lol.
We just lost a loved one to suicide.
Oh, sorry to hear that. I shall keep my daft adventures to my 'Meanwhile.....' tales (my daft adventures).
I will delete that daft comment if you wish.
We can't know it all in such an event. We can't blame ourselves really. 🙂
Who do we blame? Bad parents?
Drugs? Dysfunction? A flawed system?
No.I could have done better.
And Tyler's just another statistic that should not have been.
You know I love, that's why it hurts. But the funeral will be huge, and the grief real, but where were we.
Yet we can't do everything. Surely you helped in your way of support, etc?
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