" I will commit suicide today "
Says a pale, thin woman
Cold, eyes sunken.
You probably only sucked in air for days.
Why are you eyes dry?
Your desperate hands hold a kid.
I didn't mean to pry but I could hear you
I couldn't help but think only about you
Even on a random sad Saturday like this one.
Even after many sunsets.
You probably should know, dying is a privilege.
