The Lyrics

Sing About Me - Kendrick Lamar

Milo's Last Sunset

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I never knew that giving up would lead to this much peace. Why continue doing something that no one else wants you to do? Should I just unlock the door and let him in or move the dresser barricading the door if the lock were to fail? No. He can do it. He's done it before. I smiled, a stray tear leaving my eye.

How did it come to this? I never step out of line. I never talk back. I do everything right. I'm damn near perfect but it isn't  enough for him. Distressed laughter filled the corner that I sat in, spreading to the rest of the room.

"You think this is funny?" He yelled from outside of my door. "Wait until I get in there." The banging that I had tuned out continued but louder this time. I ignored him looking out the window at the sunset.  It was so pretty you'd think it was the last thing I was suppose to see. Another jab was made at the door. Splinters began flying from the frame. The integrity of the divider between him and I continued to weaken with every blow.

Should I write a letter? Maybe send a final text to the one person that cared about me. Why weigh on their heart more with pitiful final words? Why not let them hear about it on the news like everyone else then cling to their last happy memory of me instead of the sad one of me saying my goodbye? I still find myself typing. Do I wanna be missed?

Dell, I just wanted to say I love you

Dell, I |

Dell, I love you.

De|I love you

I love you.

I send the message quickly trying not to dwell on the confusion it will cause. Maybe I shouldn't have-

My phone is ringing. Dell's number was on my screen. Maybe if I just heard his voice.

"Milo? Was that serious? Why did you send that so suddenly?" I closed my eyes listening to him ramble on. No. I didn't want to be missed. I was going to miss him.

"Milo, are you listening? What's that noise?"

"What? I just can't say I love you?"

"Well do you?"

"Yes. Very much." He was silent for awhile. I could hear him breathing on the other line and that's all I needed right now.

"I love you t- seriously, what is that noise in the background?"

"Nothing. The neighbors are just working on there house."

"Milo, that sounds close."

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING TO? NO ONE IS GOING TO BE ABLE TO GET YOU OUT OF THIS." My father yelled. I clenched my eyes shut knowing full well the facade had been uncovered.

"I'm calling the police." Dell whispered.

"Don't. It'll be too late before they get here."

"Too late for what, Milo?"

"I don't have time to explain. I'm sorry I texted you."

"Don't you dare take that back." Dell yelled.

"I won't."

"Milo what's happening over there? To you?" The door slammed open. He had easily pushed dresser out of the way. My father made his way toward me, his shotgun loaded in his hand. Tears sprang to my eyes. This was really it. My final moments. I wanted it to be more peaceful but this was chaos. Putting the barrel to my head he said his last words to me.

"You have ten seconds to say your goodbye."

"Dell, promise me one thing okay?" He was sobbing over the phone. It was really inconsiderate of me to call him. "Sing about me." He cocked his gun back and put pulled the trigger.