My Final Goodbye

by Quierra   Feb 2, 2004


To you I am nothing but skin & bones.
No feelings, No decision from right & wrong.
But I do, and you refuse to hear.
I try to make you listen, but you'll never hear.
When your mad, I hurt.
My body is bruised.
I wear long pants and long sleeves just to hide the bruises.
Because the world I must deceive.
No more games, No more pain.
One blow, one slit, or maybe both & all this pain will end.
I think I will, Oh yes I must, get away from the pain you make me feel.
The ground is red...
My world turns black...
My pain is over,
I've said good-bye,
One last time

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