When I’m Gone

When Im Gone elegy

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Struggle is life’s way of strengthening it…
yet because of it I’m stuck in a bottomless pit.
Everything’s gone, truly nobody left…
a few that once cared now all think I’m a pest.

All that was left was a tiny assurance,
I’d be not alone, and retain my endurance.
All that remained was a comforting sense,
that some were still part of my life, present tense.

Through all that has happened I’m wrecked to oblivion,
yet all they now see is a madman’s delirium.
Feeling offended for things that I say,
do not understand I am losing my way.

It is now that I’m weakened, can no longer bare,
it’s now that my anger and grief drives me scared.
It is now that I need those that said : “I’LL BE THERE”…
it’s now that I’m falling, alone, in despair.

Yet nothing remains so I no longer care,
life and its people are no longer fair.
Trust I will probably never regain,
in people and life, …always left me in pain.

If nobody cares if I live or I die,
then why am I forced into trusting a lie…
If nobody’s “there” when to darkness I’m drawn,
then nobody cares if forever I’m gone.

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