The scars are gone,
Tears disappeared.
Put in a box
With all my fears.
A knife for meat,
And not for me.
The pain has gone,
And now I'm free.
I'm free and happy,
And not so scared.
I'm thinking clear,
And more prepared.
The play has gone
My part has been played.
But not by me,
I went away.
I couldn't live,
I had to die.
The taunts and teasing
Made me cry.
I wrote my note,
My last goodbye.
I may be gone,
But now I fly.
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The song of the unfortunates
PoesíaA collection of poems about lots of different matters.