The Last Goodbye
Sagging, hanging, off the bones
Getting so big but never falls.
It clings and tightens its hold on me,
It’s under my skin, but still you can see.
Running, Fighting, trying to shed these beasts
That have taken their hold on me.
Feeding off my pain and fears,
Making me want an end to be near.
Spiraling down a dangerous hill,
If this monster keeps growing
It could kill.
I want an out, but I don’t know how.
I am ready to give this monster,
Its last goodbye.
Now I've reached my lowest point,
If I never say goodbye,
All there is left to do, is die,
Because memories haunt
What reality couldn’t kill.
So, in the end
The big, sagging monster
Will never,
Let you say your last goodbye.
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