Gone
A confused individual,
Lonely and lost;
Afraid of themself
And everyone else.
Always. Every day,
Every minute, every second
The dark racing thoughts
Never rest.
Inside their tainted mind where
A neverending fog looms.
The rope
Is hung, the noose
Tied tight, they prepare
Their own doom.
The medicine no longer helps,
Can’t cure close-minded parents
Or fake friends; There’s
No more chances to make amends
Because it’s way too late,
They’re already gone.
This poem is about:
Me
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