Goodbye

Finished
i’ve been dragging around this life
too long
Done
everything I wanted, I had.  I did.
Don’t want to wait for it to end
too long
too long

Taking things into my own hands again
the right way
the way it Used to be

Saying goodbye to this life
not to people
not to places
just to this life
which was so long ago begun
not in love
but lust
and then bit by bit
it was ripped and shredded
until I could no longer tolerate it

This life.
So done.
so through with it all. 
The decisions I am not capable of making
yet others thought I was just being stubborn.
Unable to think the way others do.
To be capable of processing information in some fashion
that I cannot.
Too bad nobody cares.
I used to bring so much to the table.

Hurts to breathe
to think
to exist anymore
Don’t want to.
and that’s My Choice.
If I can be so “grownup as to make choices yourself”
Than I Will

Let my legacy be
that once, 
and then many times,
I was hurt
damaged beyond repair.
Something was also passed through genes
that messed up my brain.
Took up space,
made my children suffer.
I Know All Of This
and I can no longer live with it.

So I can say goodbye cleanly and without frivolous bull****
or useless people trying to convince me otherwise so they feel better

Goodbye life.
Goodbye to my beautiful sons.
Goodbye to the man that I loved
I hope I see you all on the other side a long time from now
My prayer is for peace and beauty for them
and calm and no more crazy mother to cause troubles
Just free and open space to be
to do whatever you need
and without me in your way

goodbye for now...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Karim Avatar
May 19, 2014 at 9:24 PM
This is a deep poem written by someone sad at the end of their "life". I can relate to some of it. Life can be a bitter pill to swallow but sometimes we try to communicate with our friends and family the people who we think will understand us and we don't see eye to eye. It is harsh but it's still very real.
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