WHY?

I got home to see Baba and Mama talking in hushed tunes
They didn’t even notice me enter (which is normal)
It’s like they lived in their own world
Where everything revolved around only the two of them.

Going to our room, the door was ajar
With Hussaini, dangling from a rope
My leg couldn’t support me, so I sat down
Looking up at him and wondering why.

Yes, our lives is fucked as hell
Having parents who never wanted having children
And using everything they could to let us know
That our existence was an intrusion into their lives
But I thought we’d agree to be their for each other (isn’t that what a twin is for?)

I stood up and brought him down
Resolving within me, that I, Hassan Alhassan
Will never give anyone the pleasure
Of killing myself, never.