Goodbye

He took a deep breath,
He counted to three
A picture in his head, 
Of who they wanted me to be.

They wanted me to be normal,
Happy and kind.
They never thought, 
That this men would be blind.

Not blind by the meaning,
But blind in the heart.
Blinded by darkness,
Blinded by dark.

He walks around lifeless,
His heart beating but dead. 
A walking corpse
He is lost inside his head.

Things have no meaning, 
At least not anymore.
He was not how he was,
How he was once before.

He is one of the living
But one of the dead.
A part of him is missing.
He hangs on by a thread.

He hung his head low
took one final bow
He stepped off the edge
Saying one final vow.

"I will not change who I am
As hard as any of you try
This is me giving up
This is one last goodbye."

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