I have 7 more years to live.
I'm going to die at 27.

I don't know about the rest of you.
but at 27, I'm gone.

and it won't be that I
smoked too much, or
drank too much.

I've got it written all over my eyes,

living any longer than 27,
would do my life no justice.

I'm not bothered. death,
is easy. it's living
that's hard.

its living,
that breaks out the alcohol,
and drugs. which keeps us
going.

and no,
it won't be
the smoking, or
the drinking. or the
uninhibited, unsafe sex.

but I can be here,
for now.
I can keep being here.
but at 27. I
disappear.

.