The Last Goodbye

the winds are becoming numbing needles to my skin again.
the whistling of the night is entering the day
covering up the sun to my happiness.
the bullying was a distant memory from my mind
now fresh to my soul.

people around trying to help
but making it worse.
the clouds seem to seperste, like words from there original meaning.

the Autumn leaves are withering with my lack of expectations for my life.
as you say that I’m less than nothjng
i believe it
i feel it.
and thanks yo your words
im now living it.

I’m slipping away into the darkest cave without a lantern
the cave of hate, and insecurity.

constantly loosing track of time as i stay awake trying to hide from judgement.
is it sad to know. when insecurity leaves a trail of tears to your pillow at night, that you know you’ll be asleep soon?
when insecurity and judgement and yes even hate
stab you in the back all at once
all at the same time
then yiu know no one will be there to catch you?

laying on the floor bleeding out words, and all your insecuritirs.
it’s now okay because your souls is dead.
and only a ghost remains.
the last goodbye

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