GoneA Poem by TonyaGone Leave me. Kill me, Save me. Desperate for Help, Desperate? No - Not at all. Tired - of Coarse. Hopeless forever. Never - Better. Gone. Who will - Care? No one - or will they? I can't stay - I have to go. My time is here. I will never - fit in, I am mixed. I was never suppose to happen. My Mom has to suffer, with me - dead me. I am - Gone. Space. Angels vs Demons Which one? Angels? No. Demons? Yes. Support, Always. Kindness, Gone. Wisdom, Gone. Tonya, Gone. Death is Here, The end is here The angels are gone. Wounded Hearts are Present © 2015 TonyaAuthor's Note
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