10 Years ago, I wrote this one about suicide. And I think it was in regards to the one who suffers first, relentless pain, and then this leads to a severe depression.

The End of All Dreams

The future has ended
Tomorrow is past,
The end of all dreams
Happens way too fast.

It's the uncommon denominator
Of depression and pain,
When the cleanup is over
There is hardly a stain.

What do they think?
The family, the friend,
When the one that they loved
Orchestrated the end,
With a bullet or poison
Or exhaust-pipe inhaled,
They'll spend the rest of their lives
Wondering how they had failed.

Have you ever been a bystander
Reviewing the remains,
After Jo-Jo, the party guy
Blew out his brains,
You think over and over
If only I knew,
But you can't buy enough
Of miracle glue.

Fibril_late;
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