Goodbye moon
Goodbye stars
Goodbye places that reach far into my soul
Goodbye light
Goodbye this winter cold
Goodbye to all the falsehood I’ve been told
Goodbye trees that grow so tall
Goodbye world
Here I fall
Here lies the end of me
Maggots eating excessively
Upon my rotting flesh.
[Editor’s note: I tried to contact this poet to ask after her welfare but have received no response. Nevertheless I’ve decided to post the poem anyway. If you disagree with my decision please email me on admin@bipolarpoetry.com]