Goodbye.
There are nights where I imagine crashing my car.
It’s dark. My headlights are the only thing I see.
I suddenly realize how easy it could be to drive off the road, to flip the car and say goodbye.
Goodbye.
I would have never guessed at the age of six, I’d be gay and depressed.
I never knew my wrists would scream the way they do.
I never knew the only way I’d get through the day is a handful of pills.
Goodbye.
I won’t be missed.
My soul will spread within the wind and forever be as scattered as I lived.
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
Goodbye.
There are nights where I imagine crashing my car.
It’s dark. My headlights are the only thing I see.
I suddenly realize how easy it could be to drive off the road, to flip the car and say goodbye.
Goodbye.
I would have never guessed at the age of six, I’d be gay and depressed.
I never knew my wrists would scream the way they do.
I never knew the only way I’d get through the day is a handful of pills.
Goodbye.
I won’t be missed.
My soul will spread within the wind and forever be as scattered as I lived.
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