I hope the ones that's coming
to fight me
originally, doesn't like me enough

To let me live.

I've been concealing my struggles
with my,
thoughts of a powerful death.

My dad is dead: and my mom's is dead:
my aunt & my uncle is dead.
then me to is dead!

Now I'm left in a position,
to maneuver my own death too!?

I walk with a soft heart
but my feelings, has become
so concrete

that me and luv
don't even speak anymore!

or enjoy the same conversations

that made me rejoice, and allowed
life to become, my new voice.

I'm crying out my pain

I'm at the breaking point of insanity!

I lost luv 4 humanity!

The rose's of death,
will be my new creation,

in a dimension, that brings elevation.

A thoughtless process, without
using concentration.

I be having fun dreams
of myself playing leapfrog

off the tallest skyscrapers,
and watching my face go splat!
just like a movie scene

People cried when they died.

When death is never a
bad dream, compare too;
living life every day, is more horrifying.


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