The Game of Suicide

Let’s play a game
Here are the rules
They are quite simple
But this game isn’t meant for school
The game starts out
With 3 depressed little souls
Who lost themselves
And sin to feel whole
One young innocence boy
Numbs his pain with drugs
He goes and gets high
And then sweeps his problems under the rug
His idol is a fallen hero
Who shot himself in the head
There was a time, when this boy was scared
He thought he would wake up dead
He had gotten help for his thoughts
In a place with foam covered walls
They thought that this would help him out
But didn’t do much at all
The second contestant in this game
Is yet another boy
His father used to throw him around
Like a used and broken child’s toy
He was such a happy kid
Always hyper and with a grin
But sadly this happiness
Didn’t go farther than the skin
He wrote amazing poetry
But most were terribly dark
He wrote about his teenage heart
And how his eyes have lost their spark
One night he called with a sadden voice
And said how he couldn’t resist
He told me in a harden tone
He has 63 cuts on his wrist
The final contestant in this game
Is in fact the only girl
Ever since she was a little thing
Her life as been a swirl
For 3 years in a row
She couldn't go to school
She needed a doctor’s note to return
And this was such a stupid rule
And every year that she lived
The more serve the acts
It started with just scratches
And now her neck has tracks
She writes poems like this
About how suicide is just a game
She also writes that when you contemplate
You shouldn’t feel ashamed
So here are the 3 contestants
Now it’s time for the rules
And if you don’t quite understand
Then you are just a fool 
The winner dies first
The losers weep in sorrow
The winner is free from pain
And the losers wish for no tomorrow
But there is a catch to this game
All the players were once good friends
So when one dies, you really kill two
Their feelings they can’t pretend
So when the winner claims the game
By talking his or her own life
The losers weep in agony
And possibly turn to the knife
And as the losers weep in agony
Cursing the Heavens, hoping that they see
Screaming “ You Bastards”
“You should have taken me”