Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down and Jill came tumbling after.

Nine years later
Jack went home,
to get away.
Boom in the head,
Jack is dead.

No more worries,
no more wanting.
The pain has stopped,
he can finally relax.

He’s done caring,
He’s done trying.
His feelings have hushed,
and his life is gone.

Tears roll down,
his loved one face.
Eighteen years so
rudely stopped.

He thought no one cared,
he was always ignored.
In reality, everyone loved him,
everyone cared.

He only knew one person,
who even loved him.
Martha, a childhood friend
of fourteen years.

Martha was in love
with Jack of course.
Just like Jack was
in love with her.

They never told anyone,
the feelings they had.
Telling no one, not even
each other.

Martha went home,
to find out about Jack.
Fourteen years so
rudely stopped.

Heartache encased her
she felt so lost.
Boom in the head,
Martha is dead.

Living in silence,
they can be in love
No one to care,
no one to judge.

Death was just a sick love story for them.
Boom in the head,
they both were dead.