Testriffic Suicide

I read so many times, on this site.

Death into rhymes, it doesn't seem right.

So many faces, would like to die.

Go without traces, I read them and sigh.

I read about cutting, hanging by a noose.

Doors to lives shutting, police cutting them lose.

Pills by the many, and a final lullaby.

White lace is as good as any, its their final good bye.

Will it be oak, or maybe white pine?

Say goodbye to their folk, sip a final glass of wine.

After everything, even in the end.

They write down everything, and send it to a friend.

That friend is crushed, however the lost never thinks.

Their mind is hushed, their friend for months sinks, and sinks.

Their family weeps, and flowers they will place.

Memorys your family will keep, but your legacy gone...without a trace.