There he was.
Lying on the bad.
Shininig in all directions,
As if screaming to be taken.

It was her sister's gun.
She looked at him,
trying to decide
Decide whether to take him
Whether to take him or not.

She didn't know  what to do.
Wanted only to take the gun
Shoot herself
And get over it.

What are you afraid of?
You want to die!
You think of death as a good thing!
So why can't you do it?
Why did you run away?

Maybe actually
you don't want to die.
I think you are only
afraid of life...

Don't worry.
Don't be afraid.
I'm here for you.
I will allways be.
I'll never leave you again.