Murdered
A fantasy song about murder, shooting, stabbing, and bipolar.
He was murdered
By his mother.
She took the knife
And stabbed him
In the heart.
Blood dripped
On his shirt
And spewed
Onto the floor.
His mother left
Him and ran off.
The cops caught her.
She was too slow.
She was sentenced
To life in prison.
It was the end for her.
A few weeks later,
His family and friends
Held a funeral for him.
There were heartfelt eulogies.
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Their outfits were black, but still pretty.
They mourned the loss
Of their friend or family member.
It was extremely sad,
Depressing,
And emotionally exhausting.
Depression hits hard,
But it’s a part of the five
Stages of grief.
Especially,
With bipolar.
It’s ups and downs,
Mixed episodes.
It’s up
It’s down.
You feel like a clown
Doing a balancing act
Trying to keep it together.
You need to see a therapist
Or a grief counselor
To get help,
And to get better.
