dear miserable me
have you done everything you wanted?
have you gotten all the things you need
have you gone from place to place
to say goodbye
to the ones you'll never face

starting tomorrow?
or did you pull out from your sorrow.
have you wondered yet whether they'll forget you
some of them will
some of them won't
mostly the wills more than the won'ts
as you wonder they'll wonder too

asking themselves
why hadn't i said
'how do you do?'
it'll make a difference? it probably won't.
after all, you're not the type to let it all go.

so dear miserable me
do the things that you wanted.
get the things that you need.
go see all the faces
you'll never have to see.

starting tomorrow.

aim from the side and bring it along
make sure you hit where it bleeds the most.
let it all spill and let it go black
when the time comes
it's time to go.

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