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
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