Dying Breath Why do people die? When we are born do we really have a destiny? Is it something we know? Is it something our mind knows, but won�t say? Life, love, and happiness Some say go hand in hand But what if your life is already set in stone What if you have a choice to live or die? To take this or that Do you do it? How do we know what is truly right for all Can you look me in the face and say No Can you look me in the face and say yes I did not think so How can you say get over it? How can you say move on? How can I forget? When I loved her so? © Lady Dragus The picture was made many many years after I wrote the above poem, but the feeling of "hate" was what i felt, i was 16.. and I was mad at the whole human race because of what I had to do ... Bury my grandmother on my Sweet Sixteen. So hate fits the picture, just not the poem