*Goodbye in May
Mirror mirror on my wall
Whose that girl about to fall?
There she lies all cold and pale
What would've kept her there?
Voices didn't think she should live no moreSo she jumped off from the room next door
Slits you saw across her wrist
You finally found her canvas
And all of those paintings she madeWith the abhorrent memories constantly on replay
But theirs lyes a negligible twist
The knife was her brush
And her body her canvas
No wonder why her last painting became to much
Everything was just to dark for her to see
Nothing came out quite clearly
Her soul died little each day
Eventually she just said goodbye In may
She just wanted to be as free as bird
So for once in her life she opened her wings and began to ascend
But it all came crashing down in the end
The cruel reality was
Her wings were clipped
And she never knew how to fly
And there's her reason she had to say goodbye
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PoesíaThese are the poems I write at my most depressed times to get my feelings out. If you ever feel down and need someone to talk to or something to relate to this is here or I'm here for you.