This Is How I Go

Come hither,

see me whither,

in the wind like dust blowing away.

I falter and fallow,

as my tears run down my face so sallow,

I'm alone and afraid,

what should I do?

My classmates tease and beat me,

but my sorrows they do not see,

I want to hide.

I run and run,

turn my face to the sun,

they just can't comprehend,

the pain I go through.

I am tired,

my soul no longer fired,

I want to end it all,

I can't take it anymore.

I grab a rope,

no last crumb of hope,

I go to the oak tree,

I find a strong limb,

you know the rest of my story.

 

 

 

 

 

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