A week is gone
A week is done
Letters written to everyone
Everyone who tried to be there for me
Who tried to help me through
Through the times of trouble
The times of struggle
Some tried to help
They tried to call
They tried to haul
The troubles off my heart
They were there at the end,from the start
It was not enough
There was too much stuff
I could never be cured
Through my sorrow I sat and endured
I could not go on
My hope was gone
And there was nothing they could do
There wasn't anything to do to
Make me live
They could only give
It their best try
It's not a surprise
When a cutter dies
It is the end
Of your depressed friend
Try not to cry
This is the long awaited goodbye
 
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