46 days in which to write
draw the essays from my grey matter
and prove I am still clever

46 days in which to work
earn some money to leave to friends
to remember me forever

46 days in which to talk
to everyone pretending to love me
and say my farewells

46 days in which to suffer
to continue my illusory destruction
in my private hell

46 days in which to live
before I choose to take the final
act of life in my hands

46 days before I die
through choice I'll end this torture
please, just understand

*© Tara India.