Good-Bye 2 Poem by Lloyd Cresci

I know that will always be alone,
That's the way that it should be.
Never will my story change,
It's loneliness for me.
Broken, beaten, battered, and torn,
Discouraged to the hilt.
Many of the things I've seen,
Would make a strong tree wilt.
Please don't tell me 'don't give up',
I've heard it all before.
I gave up many years ago,
When life knocked me to the floor.
This world was never meant for me,
I've hated every day.
To Hell with positivity,
I'm going to go away.
I have a nine mil in the trunk,
That ought to do the trick.
Just a squeeze of the trigger yo,
This is going to be bloody slick.