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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