I wrote this poem. It's not about suicide, it's a different kind of goodbye. Insult this, rip it to shreads, don't read it... Feel free to do whatever you choose with it.
Goodbye to you. Even forever. Maybe.
You caused me all that pain,
I let it go in the breeze
Without realizing
How much you really hurt me.
Fifteen years of lacing me up,
Sadness... Forgiving you and trusting,
building up a city, only to have it crumple.
It all ends up here. Today, this final goodbye.
Maybe I'll find my pot of gold
On the other side.
I think i'm scared.
WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?
At least you can be happy now.
I can too.
Goodbye.
