Life is for rent
So today I'm moving block
I don't want to pay rent no more
And I don't know where am going
But am leaving this neighborhood
We call life
I won't miss many things
Like this treacherous heart of mine
Or everyone's weighty expectations
The rent I had to pay
Every single day
For this pitiance
We call life
So goodbye or farewell
Whichever means I don't care
Because I didn't leave
So you could miss me
Although I'll be flattered if you did
Am leaving to find peace
I'll never find
In this chaos
We call life
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Millennial Poetry. Vol. I
Poetrymaybe I'm a cat because I've died many times. suicides and road accidents on purpose. somehow I always leave a note every single time. P.S: I don't romanticise suicide, but I've been there. we all have
