Three Doors (A True Story) [Draft]

Chapter 4:

Chapter 4: Suicide Boy

“Suicide Boy”

“Suicide boy, suicide boy,

Please don’t leave.

What’s that in your hand, my boy?

Is that a knife?

Please don’t do it!

Think about me!

My boy, stop! Please!

Don’t end your life.

Suicide boy, suicide boy,

You’re picking up a blade.

With your blade on your wrist you begin to slash.

It’s nothing new to you of course,

It’s been done since such a young age.

With a slice of your blade you begin to crash.

Suicide boy, suicide boy,

Why do you have that rope?

You’re climbing a tree now,

Whatever could it be?

You’ve tied the rope;

It’s now time to mope.

You hear a voice, you say,

It’s time to leave.

You look around one last time

To make sure you’re all alone.

With a necklace of rope

You take your final breath.

Then you’re gone

With no more than a moan.

Now you’re swinging

Back and forth in your eternal rest.

Oh suicide boy, oh suicide boy,

Please don’t leave.

Oh suicide boy, oh suicide boy,

Why did you have to leave?”