Skin and Bones

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Pain, misery, loneliness;

I am overtaken by emotions.

They say tomorrow is a better day,

but for me this is false, so I shall not stay.

For I have no where else to go,

no shelter, no city, no friends, no.

So I must pass, I somberly say.

but you won't care, you've pushed me away,

And now I leave you, with a bitter goodbye,

Hope life treats you well like it should have with mine.

I can't promise I'll be looking down,

for they say I'll go where there isn't a sound.

No sound besides the sceams of the lost.

This decision I've made will surely cost.

I hope my departure won't leave you alone,

For now all that's left of me is skin and some bones.

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