Blood rushed down his arm 

Just like tears rush down her face

There's fire in his eyes

And an overdose in her veins


Lord help these children, they've dot so much more to live for

Some families are blessed with life

But their's just became poor

Just cause she thought death was the answer.


The twist of a pill cap

Or a foot in a tub

The beginning of the worst

That can't be healed with a back rub


These kids are dying faster than I can track

Bullies, self-worth, family, and challenges

I just wish we could get our brother back.

How can we stop them from jumping to their deaths?


Suicide, a choice, that should never feel like the only way out.

This poem is about: 
Our world



This is a very beautiful poem.

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