Adam Forth Poet Rhyme

Goodbye

You push me and push me,
But I won't give in.
So I'll drink, and I'll drink,
Though there's nothing to win.

Call me names, I don't care,
It's better than home.
Where I always get hit,
And unable to roam.

So hit me, tease me,
I understand why.
I'm useless and horrible,
Til my final goodbye.

So here I am, knife in hand,
Ready to die.
Had enough, knife to throat,
Saying goodbye.

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