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Gone.

Gone



He wasn't my brother; I have no family.
Not even my friend, I have none; I have nothing.
He was just that guy in the alley; my supplier.

Not one person knows I have them,
nobody would care,
and neither do I

They're my ticket out,
out of this place,
this never ending hell

I just can't do this anymore,
being alive as if nothing is wrong.
It keeps getting worse, and it's all my fault.

That's why I'm ending this.
Trust me, it's all for the best,
it's the only thing that will make me happy

Maybe some one will care then,
when they know what I did.
But that's just because I'll be gone.

But some will be glad,
when I'll be no more
Just something six feet under dirt.

I'm not frightened of the things to come,
there's a place I'll be off to,
a place with peace and happiness.

But for now I'm waiting,
waiting for everything to be over.
When the ache in my heart will be diminished.

I can't be saved,
it's not something I want.
But even if someone tried, they wouldn't succeed

In the morning they'd be too late,
by then my time will be over.
I'll be gone



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