No rule to live by
no possessions
guided by rebellious thoughts
branded a fool by my own definitions
Cruelty once ruled my mind
hate controlled my soul
ask for mercy
none given
all I get is taunts
drowning out my shouts
Torn between my choices
though options are few
blinded not enlightened
the tables have turned
A victim of myself
mental pain self-inflicted
only one option left
but that’s suicide
Driven to desertion
no chance to change
the rope around my neck
forbids it to happen
as I jump from the roof
the sound of death
then darkness
I can feel no more
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