I can smell that sickening odor from your
Cotton jacket. In a few years I’ll be at your funeral throwing roses in your casket.

You reach in your back pocket for your favorite lighter it’s sad but it’s true your future seems brighter

But not in a good way. Soon I’ll be trashing all your ashtrays

How can I say I love you when I witness you killing yourself softly you have no idea how much it pains me to see you have cancer between your lips and you in tears enjoying it sadly

I know your in pain but there’s a better way but mother it’s to late

Why do I feel like this is so wrong but In the moment it feels perfect
The sound of your voice and how you tell me what to do
Your my drug and I’m the addict

Sometimes without you I’m sad and depressed but how can I be independent?
I know I have the wrong mindset
But at this moment I’m obsessed

Were we meant to be?
Or is this just another summer fling
I still don’t know but I won’t regret anything

When I get on gravity seems lazy.
I jump and jump till I forget about my stress, my surroundings, my anxiety.

I wish I felt this free on land
But the overpowering thoughts make one feel like they’re sinking in quicksand.

When my whole body is in the air,
I can imagen myself with wings.
I do tricks I could never do on land until it hurts my limbs.

I lay down and feel the woven material.
I am separated from this awful world by the mosquito net exterior

While I’m laying down I look up at the grey sky and what’s beyond it the stars the planets more then what meets the eye I feel a raindrop on my thigh

My face turns blue I know it’s time to go when I start to get off I can already feel my sorrow