To whom may recieve this,
A letter of my love,
I'm now done with the world,
I'm way above.
You saw me for days,
A ghost in the halls,
Crying for hours,
In those drty bathroom stalls.
Locked up in tomorrow,
Opened up from yesterday,
I'm now free in my coffin,
Where in my grave I lay.
Time flying right past us
A world we will never see
I'm happier now, here
I'm as happy as I'd ever be.

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Winter and Steaming Coffee
PoetryMy fifth poetry collection... about coming to terms with oneself.