Title: Poetic Tragedy
Rating: Teen because of suicide.
Summary: One-shot, John's suicide from his mother's POV. Song fic On The Used's Poetic Tragedy.
Disclaimer: Anything familiar is not mine.
A/N: blah blah blah blah
Thanks: To my beta MrsShaiLebeouf! You make this miserable life worth living!
The cup is not half empty as pessimists say
As far as he's sees, nothing's left in the cup
A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge
Since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up
O how I remember the last time I saw Johnny happy. He was four and I had taken him to the zoo, his favorite animal was the elephants. O how happy he was we spent at least thirty minuets there.
But not too long after that………….
He started to say that he saw monsters; and it frightened me so I sent him to a psychologist and by the time he was six he was on anti-psychotics but it wasn't helping him so they started giving him shock treatments at seven………..
A singer, a writer, he's not dreaming now of going nowhere
He gave heed to nothing, and all that he was...
Is just a tragedy
I missed him when he was gone at mental asylum. When I went to see him he would always have a poem waiting for me to read. But he stopped at thirteen, he just gave up……………. All that talent wasted…………
So he voyages in circles
Succeeds getting nowhere
And submits to the substance
That first got him there
He found relief in drugs and cigarettes. I tried to make him stop but he wouldn't listen. He began to grow distant from every body and everything. I could sometime hear his screams of despair at night.
But now he's finally found a way out……
He feels alone
His heart in his hand
He's alone
He feels alone
I feel...
It wasn't so long ago when he came home from school. I tried to call out to him but he didn't seem to hear me.
He ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I heard a shattering noise not long after that.
I ran to the door and asked what happened. And he laughed and laughed; it was cruel and harsh. He said 'you're too late' it frightened me. I tore down the door and saw him lying in a pool of his own blood, his breath coming in harsh gasps.
I held in my arms as I called for an ambulance.
Then on that last day he breaks
And he stood tall
And he yelled... and he takes his life
The doctor is now coming out of the emergency room with a sad look on his face. I can already hear him say it.
"I'm sorry-" but I never let him finish.
I sob now, because I'll never see John happy again.
A/N: I was almost crying while I read through this… geez, I'm such a bad writer. R&R and tell me what you think.