I gave it my all,

And life hit back.

The colors of my dreams,

Now faded into black.

Cruelty hit hard, 

And things got rough.

Now I’ve finally broken,

I’ve had enough.

So I’m going to die here,

As the yellow truck leaves.

And surrender to the rain,

That nourishes nearby trees.

I can barely hear the highway,

Cars sushing above.

Whirling off to places,

Where others find love.

Goodbye December sidewalk,

And your hopeful bluff.

No one will remember me,

So I’ve had enough.  

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