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Author: Sly87
Fiction Rated: T - English - Poetry/Angst - Published: 01-20-07 - Updated: 01-20-07 - Complete - id:2307168
My Goodbye

You call me fake, because I lie; but you’re afraid of the truths I hide.

There’s no way out, and no way in; I’m sick of fighting, when will this end?

You don’t know, and you don’t care; standin’ all alone, and you left me there.

It’s all right, I’m OK; didn’t really need you, anyway.

Late at night, I can’t sleep; too many secrets in my heart to keep.

It’s all done, and I’m so tired; time to run, gotta walk the wire.

You call my phone, but I’m not home; I’ll be better off on my own.

I’m too drunk, and I’m to high; I wonder if I could learn to fly?

Too far gone, can’t get up; too much fun, can’t get enough.

This cruel world, guess I’ll leave; no one ever really needed me.

You ring my door, I’m D.O.A.; here last night, but I’m gone today.

Out in the street, people stare; I know they don’t really care.

Guess it’s true, this life sucks; none of us ever really give a fuck!

Lay me out, call my friends; tell them about this sad end.

See my mom, watch here cry; cold tears, from unblinking eyes.

Never got to say goodbye; now it’s too late, too late to cry.

Goodbye my friends, I wish you well; goodbye cruel world, you can burn in Hell!



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