Is it selfish to want to **** myself?
it was a daily reminder I had to keep repeating
over and over
sometimes I would hug my mother because nothing
in life was guarenteed
not money
not youth
not happiness
and definetly not life
I would embrace my mother because I never knew
when I would **** myself
it could have been tomorrow
in a couple months or even in the year to come
nothing in life was permanent
except death