A Boy's Suicide He was in trouble, and no one knew until he left this world, too harsh and too soon. Days and days would pass before this boy would decide to conquer his fears by taking his life. The countdown's begun; Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, only six more to go 'til he's on his way to heaven. The tears fall fast, the heartbeats race as the solemn metal rests upon his tiny face. No time for regrets, no time for good-byes, he's ready to leave, he wants to fly. Six, Five, and Four. Tears and sweat drain, just three more seconds until no more pain. The trigger is ready; and three, two, one... GONE. He falls innocently down, still holding the gun. His journey's ended, he'll now sleep forever, never to be forgotten, but always remembered.                                                                     Sting