Unfortunate circumstances,
With the failed chances,
Destroyed me more then,
I can ever even begin,
To tell you what's wrong,
Before my will is gone.
For it will disintegrate,
And leave me in a state,
Of hatred and discontent,
Just like I currently am.
I hate being this way.
Luck changes -- someday.
I'm at a loss for words,
As I hang from the cords,
Wrapped around my neck.
I despise all I have left.
I imagine restarting life,
Over on the other side,
So I can reestablish me,
And forge my own legacy.
This window's reflection,
Distorts my complexion.
Though I'm not sure why,
It makes me want to die,
But,
Right now,
Somehow,
I'm glad,
I have,
Everything I never wanted.
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