Put the blunt to his lips

Cigarette burns on his hips

White clouds fill the room

This is practically sealing his doom

Anything to make the pain go away

While hoping your sanity will stay?

You’re the mad hatter in this wonderland

Hoping everyone won’t notice your little plan 

Smoke until you're faded

Then leave reality because you're jaded?

I stare into his eyes

Hoping there's a better reason why

All i can see is emptiness surrounded by red

His eyes look as if they're dead

I wipe a tear from his face

I could tell his mind started to race

The blunt slowly burns out

This isn't something he had thought about

The boy reaches down 

Gets the beretta, then slowly drowned

Not in white, not in blue

But in red, as thick as glue

It drips down the side of his head

Wow, I stare. He’s actually dead.