As you walk,
Counting your steps.
Your mind on one topic,
The so many deaths.
You pass by so many people,
People that pay no mind.
Shocked at what they hear,
What they're just about to find.
Attempts at the ending of ones life,
That's not something new.
But the people who actually care,
There are only a few.
It's truly sad.
Of course it is.
Those thousands of families,
Their loved ones missed.
You look around,
Feeling alone.
Looking for a place,
You can call home.
You've about lost all hope,
You crave for the feeling of a tight rope.
In the park,
Is a big tree.
You smile a cold smile,
"A perfect place to be seen."
You feel the ruff ness of the tool,
You'll use to reveal all the careless fools.
20 minutes later,
Time had stopped.
The people gathered around,
All stood and looked at the top.
The once lovely child,
Was now pale and red,
As if been dropped into sorrow for a while.
All the people look with dread.
They should've cared before another child,
Became part of the dead.