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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