The Aftermath of Life (Conversations With My Dying Self)

Well.

This is it.

Can’t believe the end

came like this…

Not actually true

Some part of me always knew

it wouldn’t be something simple

Screw the flu!

…

Sorry, I can’t

Pick someone else.

My time’s been spent picking up broken seashells

I didn’t do enough

didn’t work enough

didn’t strive enough

didn’t win enough.

…

Well.

I guess that’s that

You’ve got it all figured out

And I’m...worried.

But cool.

It’s chill, really

...just...don’t let them forget me?

Okay?

Okay.