Dear World
It's been a long journey to this point.To the end of the road, let me get to the point.
No one gives a fuck about me.
How would you feel if you were me.
People are always frontin.
"I did this for you", no, you did nothin.
So now I am the independent one.
Expecting nothing from anyone.
When I was doing fine,
The world and everything was mine.
But when everyone spit in my face,
The world, I decline.
When there is more pain than joy,
There is nothing in life to enjoy.
Feels like I'm sentenced to life.
Death is my freedom, and it's in sight.
This poem isn't for pity or sorrow.
I seek freedom from life tommorow.
But until tommorow, I'm still in captivity.
This cruel world can do without me.
Sincerely,
John Doe
John Doe
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