Lost wanderer,
You've come the wrong way.
It isn't too good
To cry on a stairs
With a mirror behind you
Don't fret over an animal
A puppy
That's soon to be dead
Don't shed tears over humans
Who hate you
For who you are
For who you pretend to be.
Because let's face it
You're fake.
Completely fake-The fakest of them all
Fine, Child!
Hide in your room for hours
Crying
Like a beast
A mother in despair
A crying child
A young child in depression
Thhe outsiders cannot understand
And never will
Until you leave that note unto your bedsheet
With blodd stains
And you above hanging
Your neck on a tight rope.
Your arms bleeding
Your face a mess
And your life
A never-ending storm.
This is your goodbye?
Don't be sad.
But then again,
You are dead.
