He’s Okay

He’s okay, really

It’s just a little blood,

Only a couple bottles of pills

A thirty-foot drop is nothing.

He just didn’t want to bother anyone.

He used to smile all the time

But now his face is so still

He’s just tired,

That’s why he let that girl put all that makeup on him

It’s why his eyes won’t open

He looks a little smug though…

Maybe its because his plan worked perfectly

They never suspected when he cut his ties to them

Not even a thought as they saw the scars

Not one teacher ever suspected

No not one suicide thought detected

So he must be sleeping

Because he wasn’t depressed

No I don’t think so

He’s okay because he’s somewhere else