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hopelessness
I was up and cold
Barely wishing to even know
What went on above me
Pills on passing hands
Misguided little chants
For healing
I was gone to the park
Just to be by myself
Mostly I ignored their
Suffering
From my home to the
Mountains for nothing but
To say goodbye
Pride
Only one in that house
Was good
He went to my father
Said he wanted to leave
Advice
Kept him living in that strife
Madness with no help
Till he went and killed himself
