Treat me with your best,
best i've never once had.
Say it to their rest,
I am no longer sad.

still they lack me not,
not as if i was there.
enough they really thought,
i am no longer here.

So I look on more,
more love my rude goodbyes,
the pain, so much sore.
I am well stuck so high.

I finally sit,
Sit on my beaten stool.
Maybe they can fit.
I am well with such cruel.

I breathe once again,
Again I take my life back.
make no mistake, there is but no win.
I am well with all, still none, a hanging track.