Breathing heat
Pressure steep
nothing's complete
birth's receipt

Pay for thing you said
blood down your wrists
should have stayed quiet instead
Always learning from that class I missed

Broken pages
young girl's diary
not from force
but from pain
drops of happiness of the windowpane

On this Island instead alone we contemplate
How the others have successfully changed our fate
How we don't need them anymore
How people born from bad parents shouldn't call you a stupid *****

On the Island it's peaceful alone with beats and a book
No capitalists pressuring you anymore
**** your nook

Many people feel the same
yet we don't unify
to see our imperfectly perfect flag rise to the sky
because on the evil mainland they feed off your doubt
Be your own eruption and just burst out.