Let my death be my own
You have controlled so many
So many little details of my life
I beg of you
Let my death be my own
Not a sad thing
Not a bad thing
Just an ending of this thing
And it means not what you think
It means not that I've given up
But instead taken control
My death will not happen today
Nor tomorrow
But when I choose.
1 year, 10 years
20, 30, 100 years
It will be mine
So I say to you
Let my death be my own
Let me head into that unknown
Let me see what isn't shown
Just let it be my own
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Back Here Again
PoetryHere we are again Another collection New poems Same person Here we are again Trying to make things And have them make sense Read, and tell me If you understand Cuz here we are again And I'm still not sure Placed 1st in Everything's Cancelled Awa...
