Poetry for the Lonely

Gone for Good

They say they wanna know my name

They say they wanna know what I do

They say they wanna know what goes on in my head

They say they wanna know why exactly I wanna be dead

Well,

I said hey there, give me a minute, I'll explain.

There's three little reasons and they may not rhyme but hey,

It's about all these people,

what they do and what they say.

It's about all these monsters,

They kill me every day.

Lastly, it's about that boy I can't get out of my head.

No one will ever understand.

So just go report this to the police, because by the time you're done I'll be gone again.

You may not think my reasons make any sense

But it's not like my life has just began.

So let me tell you a little secret

Life isn't as easy as most people see it

Some people cry themselves to sleep every night

Because they no longer can put up a fight

They wonder what it's be like if they never were to wake

Now you may think that taking your life is a mistake

But no one sees what it's like until you're drowning to the bottom of a lake

So would it really be a big deal?

If it were my life I were to take?

It's taking me really long to heal.

I don't even know what it's like to feel.

So instead of being gone again,

Can I be gone for good?

That's when someone like me can be better understood.

That's why I think maybe I should,

Finally be gone for good.

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