Gone

A confused individual,

Lonely and lost;

Afraid of themself

And everyone else.

Always. Every day,

Every minute, every second

The dark racing thoughts

Never rest.

Inside their tainted mind where

A neverending fog looms.

The rope

Is hung, the noose

Tied tight, they prepare

Their own doom.

The medicine no longer helps,

Can’t cure close-minded parents

Or fake friends; There’s

No more chances to make amends

Because it’s way too late,

They’re already gone.

This poem is about: 
Me
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