The Final Step Over The Edge

Just a little kid sitting in his room,
Surrounded by toys his life should be good.
His child is like every other.
He has two "loving" parents,
And a voice inside his head.

This voice is the one thing he damns everyday.
She told him it would all be ok.
She told him everything would go back to normal.
She told him his parents loved him.

Now he's sitting on his bed, nothing but fear in his eyes.
He doesn't want to be here and everyone knows it.
If he was dead there would be no more voice, right?
She couldn't possibly follow him to death.

So again he tries
With a cold bullet this time.
He wants it to be quick,
No chance of him living again.

He presses the barrel to his temple as that voice whispers softly inside him.
Should he do it?
Of course.
He needs this.
He needs to die.

……..
And the trigger is pulled.
The rings out as he falls.
His last thought is he's free.

….Till she whispers to his she's still there with him,
And always will be.