What could be found in this note,
Mostly a goodbye?
When a tiring knee waved a flag
And your bones are tired.

Depression is poison
Superiors are just hard to abide.
Unappreciated by your blood like,
What more pain can you hide?

I am sick of the system,
Reaching the threshold of my faith
Waving hand drowned and dying
Smiles we fake.

When they don't see enough
No one understands and listen.
The good is buried ,deep
Soul is badly beaten

Ego is destroyed,
No one knows your value.
Until you're gone,
They all love you.