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Hmm re-reading most of my poems, I noticed I never really put much attention whether it "rhymes" or not. I simply used words that sound alike. Surprisingly they would still come out pretty nice. I guess I just simply have my own writing style. This is poem is more like my usual poems What is right What is wrong Why should i live In this messed up world I'm pathetic I'm useless I'm weak I succumb to my weakness I'm a failure I'm dead weight I'm nobody I'm a waste of space Why should I stay Living this regret I should die And finally lay to rest I'm good for nothing No point in trying I wont achieve anything I even fail at dying

This poem wasn't written in my usual style, still I like the way it came out.

An empty room An empty frame Nobody's home There's nothing left A packed duffelbag Hat and shades Worn out jacket He wore as he went A rainy storming day Tears running down his face As he walked down the road Drenched and completely wet An empty bridge He looked over the rails With eyes shut closed He grabbed his chest A single leap A free fall He felt nothing Finally found some rest