Poems of a Suicidal Memory

The Butterfly Effect

There once was a boy,
heart robbed of all joy.
A plan, a plot,
the sound of a shot.
He lost all hope,
did anyone care?
Nope.
Were you aware?
He was all alone,
now his head's been blown,
off the handle he's flying,
couldn't handle the lying.
Trying to handle the insanity,
life's the definition of vanity.
What's the point of humanity?
Inhumanity's a choice,
but a choice with a voice.
Now this voice is screaming,
this bow had been dreaming,
but his dreams have been crushed,
shattered along with trust.
Never to trust anyone,
so tired, he's finally done.
Say goodbye to his life,
with a slash of a knife.
What if there was a girl,
now her world will twirl.
The guy she loves got his throat cut,
Now there's a pain in her gut.
The only one she cared for,
passed the burden he once bore.
Now she is faced with this choice,
who will hear her pleading voice?
She holds his knife in her hands,
with the price that guilt demands,
She wants to be with him,
her fate looking grim.
Oh, please, someone save her,
This life, you must savor!
No!
Stop it,
drop it.
No, please, you can't die now,
someone please, show her how,
how to stop the flowing blood,
before she falls to the mud.
Again, she can't be saved,
now to Death, she's enslaved.
Written on a note,
with blood from her throat,
"Sorry I'm a bother."
Found by the father,
father told the mother,
Mother told the brother.
Depression setting in,
Guilt crawling through the skin.
Brother told another,
a friend,
Until the end.
Once again, Death is calling,
for the brother who's falling.
The brother's held by sadness,
the friend descends to madness.
Now look here, boy, at what you did,
all cause the death of a single kid.
Like the sound of a butterfly,
you wonder why.
The beat of a single wing,
changes everything.