Who has time to listen to my story?

Boy do I have one to tell–

But I won’t waste my time on you.

I will not scream and yell.

This story is simple, really.

Quite short if you ask me.

I only need a couple minutes.

Enough to set me free.

I walked a crooked line.

It led me to my fate.

That crooked line was long.

It was filled with so much hate.

I drank away my fears.

And I stopped asking people why.

Now things are getting better.

I don’t sit around and cry.

Things can still be hard sometimes.

But I know I’m not alone.

I’m in a place that gives me comfort..

But this place, it isn’t home.

You may wonder what I mean.

Or how I’m writing this.

It’s because no one ever cared..

If I had a bit of bliss.

Now that I am here no longer,

People pretend to care..

But I just have one simple question..

If you did, why weren’t you there?

Thanks for all the love you gave.

I needed that and more.

Now I’ll simply leave you,

I don’t want to be a bore.