(I don't know how or why I wrote this)

There was a young man, who woke up this morning,
His heart cried, and his dad was concerning,
Not, I was kidding, he’s still sitting there joking,
Thinking of it as nothing, he has something coming,

The next day he woke up, found a note on his son’s bed,
he looked into the corner, his chest where it bled,
Noticing no warming heartbeat, seeing that he’s dead…
The note told him to look in this black folder,
Why did he take his life? The room just got colder,

He was dead and he had no clue,
he knew absolutely nothing, that he went through,
he sees his black folder, all the pictures that he drew,
Also in the folder he saw his writing, she read a few,
he lay down and cried, he finally knew.