You did not really know me, and you probably do not care, But I was always underfoot, I was always there. All my words were lost upon you, my smiles you turn away, My existence always out of phase, my life had turned to grey. I wish it did not take this deed to make you see my love. Whenever you are all alone, please think of me my dove. One last message I must convey, as I start to die, The two short words that I must say, "Hello" and "Goodbye"
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem at a low point of my life. When I am
plagued with depression in its many forms I remove my stress
via this poetic outlet.
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