Will
The day I will kill myself
I would not like to ask you to come to my burial
I know you loved me I know I meant the world
And I will have caused you pain like you never had
But sadly, you have to come
Because if you don’t there will be no one
And the attendants in the morgue will throw me to the rats.
Just one last selfish act.
Copyright © Moses Sichach | Year Posted 2019
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