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The Parting Gift

Why can’t you let me be sad
Holding back so many tears
There are buckets that I carry
Building up for many years

You said you were in a dark place
That was quite the revelation
That darkness is it in you
Or is it from my death obsession

Do I smother you with sadness
Is it contagious what I have
Cause I don’t want you to be like me
Living life so very sad

If you’d ever want to be rid of me
I have come up with a plan
No one ever would suspect you
Please just portray a grieving man

I have googled and I’ve researched
There was lots of thought involved
Just hand everyone my writings
That would be it, problem solved

I’ve been waiting on the right time
I write about it in all my poems
But I never had the courage
This is where your part it’s comes in

I have ordered up some arsenic
It’s been all under my name
I removed you from the billing
I’ve removed all of your blame

It is sitting in the nightstand
Underneath the vodka bottle
Among dirty toys and underwear
Please pay attention! Do you follow?

Just grab it when I’m sleeping
I’ve already forgotten that I bought it
My memory’s so fuzzy now
Must be the vodka and the tonic

Just add some to my Yeti
I won’t notice there’s no taste
I go often to the bathroom
Pretend your busy as you wait

I know that I will suffer
But please don’t take me to the doctor
It’ll be just like a stomach flu
But more aggressive which I’m after

I’ll call in sick you’ll go to work
It shouldn’t take but a few days
As long as you cover all your steps
There will not be a question raised

When you’re done just put back in place
Don’t forget to add finger prints
It’s me I’ve played this all out
It’s at my hands this accident

You’ll be free from my demented self
No more talk of sadness will take place
The insurance should pay out well
Please do it quick! No time to waste

I give you full permission
I know what’s up I’ll play along
Knowing after all is done
You will move on it won’t take long

You’ve given me the best life
And in return I gave you hell
Consider this a parting gift
I was never really well
Written by Diaryofabasketcase (Silvia Rosario)
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