Your Fault, My Goodbye Poem by Amy Stuart
Your Fault, My Goodbye
Look up.
Look down.
Look all around.
You turn this smile upside-down.
I'm not afraid of death,
But more of life itself.
So here's to all of you,
My mass collection of suicide notes.
So I might go to heaven,
I might go to Hell.
But unto this life,
I will not dwell.
I had been cursed with life,
And threatened by pain.
I guess my entrance to heaven,
I'll never gain.
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