Too Far Gone
I'm a long forgotten soul,
The world has become so cold.
Life is hanging by a thread,
Everyone seems so dead.
Where do I stand in this life?
In my hand, I wield a knife.
It's funny when no cares,
I'll just fall right down these stairs.
No one even knows,
There was not even a crow.
Do not tell me it is a lie,
I have already said goodbye.
No it is not a con,
I am already too far gone.
Copyright © Dana Potter | Year Posted 2016
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