To August,
Among all the months,
You’re the one I hate the most.
You always remind me of how lonely I am.
How sad my state is right now.
A month that should be my favorite,
Because it’s when I was born and came to be.
Would you be satisfied if I ended myself this month too?
Would they be happy?
Surely they’d celebrate once I’m gone.
The ending that waits for me tortures me even from the start.
And all of this will keep going, won’t it?
Unless I decide to just give up.
So, my universe…
May you be happy when I’m gone.
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Faj
03 Agustus 2024
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