A pain sears inside my heart
My entire life has been torn to pieces
Two wepons,
One for each hand, I'm just ready for this sharade to end.
A knife in one, a gun in the other
Which do I chose to end my life?
When I'm gone I've known all along,
When I dissappear nobody will shed a tear.
I've always been on my own
I don't have a true place I can call home.
I've done everything in the book
I've dont it all,
Nothing sooths this pain I'm just ready to fall
To pits of dispare
I guess this it it.
I'd say goodbye to people who love me,
No names come up
I guess thats how my life is and always would be.
Goodbye cruel world
I wish you the worst.
With a knife to my breast, I draw my final breath.
Summer Holst
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/goodbye-215/
