This bottle you hold,
it was your knife.
And at your hands,
it took your dear life.
The tears that you shed
was your river of blood,
and because you can't stop,
it will soon overflood.
If only more people
knew about your depression
than just you and I,
than maybe you wouldn't
have wanted to die.
Poor,poor little boy,
used to love Life's Dance,
was soon unable
to come out of
Death's Trance.
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