This Is Goodbye
Tell my family I'm sorry
Fore everything I've done.
Tell them that I love them
I wish we'd had more fun.
Ask my mother why
She put me through some hell.
It really made me hate her.
Could she even tell?
Tell my love I love him
Incase he doesn't know.
Tell him that I'll miss him.
I'm sorry I have to go.
Tell my foes thanks
For all the pain they've caused.
Tell them that I hate them
For the friends that I have lost.
Ask my father why
We never got along.
It really made me angry.
The reasons all seemed wrong.
Tell my peers I'm sorry
For the things I didn't say.
Tell them that I'll miss them.
There is no other way.
So tell the one's I love and hate.
That it was all their fault.
None of them could even wait.
To hurt me even more.
And tell the ones
I love and hate.
That I will die
'Cause this is fate.
I'll cut my wrists
Until they bleed.
I will die
The cuts so deep....
©2009 ~FR34K0N4L345H33
Copyright © Rachel Mann | Year Posted 2009
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