A Random Dark Bit of Poetry (Book 1)

Reasons

The camera zooms in

A lonely girl, alone again.

Dressed in black and red

Oh, she wished she was dead.

She smiled and took another pill

Close to death, what a thrill.

But she was still in pain

Couldn't stand the candied rain...

Tears so sweet

Dropped to her feet

Dripping from her wrist

Hey, it was a nice plot twist.

Her mom walks in

To tell her what a bitch she is;

But the girl can't hear

She's gone, i fear.

And "Mum" breaks down in tears

This, the final use of fatal shears

Her daughter isnt responding

All those years of wasted bondings.

She fumbles for the phone

Hoping the police wont be thrown

"My girl committed suicide"

Speaking as tears do slide

The father walks in, drunk again

Oh yes, quite the man

Cigarette drops from his hand

This is a sight he just cant stand

Another hole in the wall

The weight of condemnation so tall

How could he have been so bad?

No more anger, he isnt mad.

The brother gets home

He wishes he had known

As he holds his sister's hand.

Planning to join her in the dark land.

What his parents dont know

As they bury the girl in snow

That the boy they loved

Now has no reason to live.

5 months later, the pain hasn't faded

His goodbyes increase, not belated.

Someone take away the rope

Someone give him hope.

Angelic or satanic, pick a manic,

A light forms in the middle of panic

His sister has come, warn him from

The death that has no sum.

She kisses him goodbye

And breaks his final tie;

The knot wont let him die

He cried out "Why?!"

So messed up, always stuck in a rut

He knew he had to live, but-

Music his only escape

The one way he could relate.

He won't slit his wrist or his throat

He'll sing another note

Writing song after song

It went this way for so long.

The boy decided he'd be smart

And found himself a band to start.

Started screaming into the mic

Every single night.

The drummer was a very mad guy

Thank god he was shy;

One guitarist simply survived

But on stage they came alive.

The base and the other guitar

Beaten life, together so far.

Slowly a family, better than their own

It just goes to show,

Up on stage to release the rage

Then lock it up back in the cage.

So many they spoke for;

Ended up on the biggest tour.

Saved so many people in return

The bad exposition helped a fire burn

Maybe this was why

So baby don't cry

One day it'll be okay.