Good-Bye Poem by Lloyd Cresci

No one around wants me to be here,
I can see that on all of their faces.
I do not belong here and I never did,
So I'll wipe away all of my traces.

How to leave here and make it pay off,
Is the puzzle that's still on my mind.
To do it all wrong, would be such a mistake,
To do it all right, is how I'm inclined.

Concrete, nylon, narcotics, or steel,
The choices are all around me.
Funny thing though, I still don't have a pref,
And I still have no fear don't you see?

The words you used on me so long ago,
Still cut like a knife every day.
I know it's all true and that none of it matters,
So I'll do this now without delay.

Step one is first and it doesn't hurt much.
Step two makes that pain go away.
Step three is making me feel so much better.
Step four, nothing more, than good-bye today.