AT LAST I WILL BE FREE


I have died a thousands deaths, what would one more hurt? It only seems appropriate, since everyone's so curt. 

This time will be the final one, with no more of life's pain. It all seems so fitting, since my life was lived in vain. 

I've touched a life here and there, but left with hurt and shame. It seems as though my dying, will be my only fame. 

When for me it's over.  Please don't shed a tear. For when I needed someone, no one was ever here. So if I go tomorrow, just let my memory die. 

Burn all that is left of me, and throw my ashes into the sky. Let the wind carry them, as far as the eye can see. For at last I'll have peace, at last I will be free.
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Smith Avatar
May 4, 2025 at 3:35 AM
Well it makes me sad. :( Because… Reasons2live.org :)
Dejesus Avatar
May 7, 2025 at 3:02 AM
It is a very sad poem.
Greenhough Avatar
August 4, 2024 at 4:13 PM
It reminds me of the song, "the cellar door". This piqued many questions. But I'll let it be..
Dejesus Avatar
April 30, 2025 at 11:12 PM
Thank you
Dunlap Avatar
August 2, 2024 at 4:07 PM
Excellent. Bon boulot.
Dejesus Avatar
April 30, 2025 at 11:12 PM
Thank you
Smith Avatar
August 2, 2024 at 12:52 PM
Is that how you feel? :(
Dejesus Avatar
April 30, 2025 at 11:12 PM
Unfortunately, yes at times I feel that way.
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