Gone

Tired of this shameful being, 
Thoughts of joy now turned to bleeding, 
Thoughts were once so pure and free, 
Now they work to imprison me.
Mental prison's are much the worst, 
Feelings pressured, soon to burst.
Bridges burned, friends reduced, 
Visions blurred, pain deduced.
Problems absolved, plans created, 
Leave this place, shadows faded.
Time will keep on going on, 
With or without, soon I'm gone, 
Gone to live with nature's being, 
Alone in peace , I'll die believing, 
This had to be done, cant stand the state, 
Of all this world, mine will be great,
No matter what I have to do, 
Soon Mrs. Earth , I'll be with you.

merhyme

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