I woke up like anyone
My bed felt warm
I wanted to stay in but my back hurt
I felt I was done
Done with life, my spirit is gone.
How come others are allowed to decide?
Why can't I say: It's enough.
Doc?
My life isn't though.
There's just nothing left to do
My bucket list is empty.
It's true.
The world is a crowded place.
I need space.
Even with my head in the bag
I keep breathing.
How bad is that?
Let's wrap up, finish this conversation.
There are a million, no billion even trillion people waiting to
I am not the one needing you.
They can have my flat
My furniture, use my bed
The bike and neighbours are included
If they ask you why
Say I am just a regular guy.
Nothing special but I had it, I am good.
Here's my key and your fee
I thank you in advance
This is my ultimate chance
I don't regret what I said.
Know, no government needs to decide
When I, the useless regular guy, should die.
Please, be seated
No need to walk me to the door
A Merry Christmas to you all
Goodbye to the 6th floor
21-12-2023
