A poem about finding your own destiny.

Isolating.

A feeling of emotion,

The creation of a notion,

A feeling of floatin’,

A thought of gloating.

Fuck you – Life.

Fuck you – living,

Suicide is my way of winning,

You won’t take my life, destiny.

You steal my energy,

You put me down,

I’m on the ground, I won’t get up,

Tonight’s the night, it won’t be a fright.

Isolating my mind,

From this hell called life,

Isolating myself,

In this place called hell.

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