The Fear Of Death {part1&2}

He finally fucking died, not really a big surprise, his mum walked into his room and saw his eyes,

They were rolled back and his neck was resting on a noose, he was dangling in the air his legs were hanging loose,

His funeral was terrible, everyone was crying, his mother still couldn't get over him dying,

He was depressed and got bullied on a daily basis, they picked on him for how his face looked like, he felt shameless,

Never had any friends, no big brother either, no one there to guide him, except for ChildLine through a phone speaker,

Every day he felt more weaker, slit his wrists everyday and smoked cannabis to feel greener,

His shit was stupid, he listened to music, but then he realised that in some way he could use it,

He made a verse about addiction and drugs, about how cannabis took over him and he's had enough,

He wrote about his father abusing his mother daily, he had a sister but she died at the age of five, her name was Hailie,

He was stressed out and decided that his wretched lifestyle had to stop, he needed to be more positive but even after this his face dropped,

It was difficult for him to remain sane, he witnessed his own mother get raped and it's engraved in his brain,

He never really felt happy ever, he wore heavy clothing to hide his scars or a sweater,

He saw a therapist but it still wasn't getting better, the fucker only wanted money and never helped whatsoever,

And through all of this he felt like giving up, everyone bullied him he'd finally had enough,

He went out to the gas station and bought a rope, tied it to his neck before smoking his last smoke,

Said goodbye world and never spoke again, this was the story of the boy with the pen,

 

[END OF PART 1]

 

There was this girl, her name was Becky, she was innocent always carried a teddy,

Just a young girl growing up with her friend Kelly, everything was fine everything was steady,

Until they grew up and turned twenty, they were at a party and it was getting heavy,

A guy took out his penis and shoved it in like a machete, they were both crying yo they weren't ready,

Their life wasn't the same after that incident, Kelly used to play instruments, Becky used to be innocent,

But they both washed their old life away, they fell into depression for years upon years not days,

They were the laughing stock, they barely went home, people showed their friends videos of them getting raped from that day on their phones,

Her face and hair was a mess, people kept offering a comb her eyes had bags underneath them resting like small gnomes,

They both felt anxiety and stress, took a knife together and died together, and wrote a note saying it was for the best,

 

[END OF PART 2]