Goodbye cruel world
Goodbye the friends that never cared
Goodbye my family that couldn't get past arms length
Goodbye the people who told me I was a waist of breathable air.
So I guess I won't breath anymore.
I guess it's my time
My time to die.
So I'll see you all in the after life.
This is my final goodbye
YOU ARE READING
The broken
PoetryThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
