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Farewell
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1. Blameless Ennui Thunder clouds roll into their places
Lightning strikes as darkness embraces
Rain pours heavily out of the sky
Tears stream down as I cry
My sadness is cast throughout
As depression takes its route
My pain is noticed because
A frown in where a smile was
Nothing can be done for me
Nobody listened to my plea
A gentle whisper floats in the air
But is only heard by those who care
It is a cry of pain and regret
As an unwanted future is set
Hopes and dreams fade away
I live a lie day by day
I am not content in my new life
Therefore I weild my precious knife
Instead of saying goodbye to the past
I bid farewell to a life that wouldn't last
I'm glad you found an outlet for these thoughts other than the knife. Although the way you portray them they seem more like the instrument of salvation, not nessecarily a literal knife. Were some of these more figurative than literal? I'm really intrested...