One day. Every day.

One day he looked in the mirror and wondered what the f*** he was doing with his life.

And one day she took pity.

And one day he dug for fool's gold.
The pit he dug was his grave........

One day he was seven years old.

And one day he opened the fridge and saw only white.

And one day he walked to school with his head down,

he missed the sunrise that day.

And one day his feet were as sore as his parent's bank account,

he had worked all day to help pay rent,
he was seventeen years old.

And one day they held hands,

he then woke up and stared at the ceiling above his bed for a few hours.

And one day he cared.

And one day he let himself down again.

And one day he was standing on a sinking ship with the flare gun in his hand,

All he had to do was pull the trigger to call for help........

And one day he wrote to his friends.

And one day he wrote to his family.

And one day he took his life.

His heart stopped but his phone kept ringing lonely in his room,

she was calling to say sorry.