Suicide Stricken

Picking pills for inner peace,
There’s joy on the other side.
Depression became dark clouds,
And rain that struck hard thunder.
From whence he came, smiles are cheap
Yet, his lineage can’t afford.
Worked from nine to five again
Walked from cheek to cheek to find
Dead smiles that all mean nothing.
There’s joy on the other side
Even if he finds no rest
The in and out of bad air
Was hurtful enough to kill
We cry for a brother lost
We cry for suicide struck.

LARDO