Good Bye

They say I’m a mess They say I’m depressed. Why you ask well Take a wild guess. My arms are broken And my heart is to. They were my whole world And now there gone. I should have known better Then to have trusted them for so long. My brothers are scared as I’m standing strong. He hands me the phone And tells me to go on. My brothers start to cry As I ask god why? He says it’s my turn as I lift up the phone And dial the number I once called my own. The machine beeps As I pause for a moment… Then say this final line “ This is Mary and you can’t make me cry!” As one signal tear falls from my eye I hang up the phone and whisper GOODBYE