Everyone is so concerned.
about death.
and who died
And who was the closest to
the deceased persons
But don't bother to call me
for I was not close to them
At night, we cry;
longing for the ones.
the living,
ending our lives;
Didn't prove an escape
No longer
Can we take our,
Pills
and bury the pain;
But don't bother to call me,
for I will not pick up
Do the laundry!
Twenty-eight loads;
But don't fold it...
or give it away...
For they may be Keepsakes;
And don't bother to call me.
For I will be folding laundry.
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 7:42 PM UTC
Everyone is so concerned.
about death.
and who died
And who was the closest to
the deceased persons
But don't bother to call me
for I was not close to them
At night, we cry;
longing for the ones.
the living,
ending our lives;
Didn't prove an escape
No longer
Can we take our,
Pills
and bury the pain;
But don't bother to call me,
for I will not pick up
Do the laundry!
Twenty-eight loads;
But don't fold it...
or give it away...
For they may be Keepsakes;
And don't bother to call me.
For I will be folding laundry.