If you were given the choice, my love
Would you choose to end my suffering for me?
Or keep me alive for your selfish desires?
I am trying to live for you.
But my love,
It is proven to be grueling.
My body is wearing off
Slowly rotting,
I am losing my grip.
Soon, my love, I fear.
I might slash my soul away.
And that my love,
Will be my final goodbye.
So, hold on to me,
Because I am scared.
Make me believe that there is a better tomorrow.
But if it gets too much,
My love, don't hesitate to end me.
-A.S-
