Mark Andrews

Here goes the story of a kid we thought we knew

He hid a hate inside and had a state of mind

That put him in his grave

It began with his friends

They never noticed the despair in his eyes

From the pressure

His life was etched in stone

Before he made a choice of his own



And hes dedicated

For everyday that hes made it on his own

In his fathers eyes hes a pair of dice

He wont be number one

He cant be number one



So he tries to comply

With everything theyve ever asked

And his life is stitched with one-way tickets

To places he dont want to visit

He says Im never gonna be perfect

Maybe I dont deserve his trust

but Im doing the best I can

Ive never dealt with such pressure

Feels like my whole lifes etched in stone

Before Ive made a choice of my own



So save your breath cause youll

need it when you hang from a rope

Cause of death:

Obvious from your suicide note

The last words that filled the page:

if no one will listen than no one

will miss me when Im gone

Across town his dad falls asleep all alone

Never knowing he was never going to come home

The last thoughts that filled his head

Ill tell him Im sorry Ill

say I regret what I did

Its your life

Ill live my own life instead



His bedrooms filled with emptiness tonight

As the silence cuts through like a knife

Knowing hes not there