The Will
I'm on my last will and testing it
So, before I go
This is my last will and testament
To the reader, I leave a warning:
If you're thinking of mourning,
Don't, for I am happier now
No longer dreading every morning
I leave my love to my mother
Seeing as I never got it from another
And can only hope that she recovers
After finding out what her son is
I leave my hate for the world
To the girls that I know I loved
And told I loved
Something I wasn't told enough
I leave my paper and pen to my friends
In case they think it doesn't make any sense
Read and then think of me
And know I couldn't have had a better end
And then through them find proof
That in spirit and truth I will never end
I leave my apologies to none,
Except for maybe my father
For killing off his prodigy son
Because compared to this life
Hell is probably as fun
Sober and signed -
John Mayo,
The monotony has won.
Copyright © John Mayo | Year Posted 2015
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