Choose your last words,
And say goodbye,
For you and I,
We're born to die,
I'll go with you,
As we burn,
I'll hold you close,
'Cause it's our turn,
We've both lived greatly,
But it's time to go,
Leave the stratnel,
To fall like snow,
With our pasts full of mystery,
And our ledgers full of red,
Let's leave behind the sorrow,
And let's leave behind the dread.
YOU ARE READING
The Catalyst To My Goodbye
RandomPoetry, probably some literature, and a whole lot of mess. Warning: themes of depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, sexual/domestic abuse, death, anxiety and loneliness.
