I always felt this looming shadow of failure no matter how bright I shine.
Like in a white room of nothingness but the bright future I have, there are shadows still lingering.
I can never truly have the victory.
I can never truly run from this.
No matter who I meet, befriend, or love.
No matter who changes me, or accepts me.
There is no real change.
There is no real point.
Like no matter what I do to change my destiny, I've wrongfully changed the timeline and I'm thrust back into the right place where I belong.
Among the losers.
Among those who cry themselves to sleep at night knowing they can never succeed.
No matter what girl or guy I want to love or marry, there is no point because my future consists of me either dead or lonely and suicidal.
No matter what path I choose it ends up in failure.
No matter who I love, they leave.
Everyone who has ever told me they would never leave has left me.
This fate I'm trying to commit to where I'm actually with those who I enjoy is false.
And with that in mind I sill try to leave this life behind hoping for a better future knowing that I can never truly leave this behind.
For each success that I have, I am brought three failures.
Three people who leave me.
Three things I fail at.
Three obstacles in my path to salvation.
I'm coming to the point where giving my blood to a God is the only answer.
I'm wrong for changing my fate.
I'm wrong for tying to escape my destiny.
My destiny of being a failure.
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
