~*Stop Him This Time*~

 

He was a friend of mine,

A close friend at that,

But that wouldn’t stop him,

Stop him this time.

 

He’s held those scissors

Many a-time,

But he went ahead and did it,

We couldn’t stop him this time.

 

Why he took his life,

Is hard to say,

Was a cloudy morning when he passed away.

 

We had found him to late,

He had already died,

He said we’d be always friends,

That morning I discovered he lied.

 

Death weakened his face,

And the bright red stain,

He went so pale in colour,

Yet no sign of pain.

 

His mother did grieve,

We all cried too,

One second to late,

And his life was through.

 

He had succeeded,

He had took his own life,

Made the day cloudy,

All with scissors sharp as a knife.

 

He was a friend of mine,

A close friend at that,

But why couldn’t I stop him?

Stop him this time.