On my own
I get the befit of the doubt
And less chances to be proud
On my own out here
Having all it takes to loose
Feeling lost in my own presence
Everything befalls before my eyes and can't gesture.
On my own
Fighting for everything I could ever grab
and Getting everything that is nothing
On my own
Being awarded by pressure and hardship
On my own in this lonely hell
Filled with emptiness.
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On my Own
PoetryOn my own, fighting to keep my breathes, longing to grab a life, yet whatever that which life has in store for me is pain and the least of ecstasy.
