Everyone's drunk around me.
I had a few drinks but I'm not so happy.
Faces seem to be spinning. I'm tripping why the **** did i come to this party.
Drunk bodies surround me.
I thought this would help but in my heart I'm still so lonely.
Wishing someone could wake me or tell me some cute **** to keep me going.
I still think about the pistol under my bed.
I tell myself not to go home, you know you'll end up dead.
With that being said I figured I'd drive.
Designated for myself. I figured my life is worthless so why not give me a purpose and crash this ****.
If that don't work. I'll blast my ****
I'm upset.
No one tells you why they need you until they physically can't have you and i need to hear someone cry for me as they just heard i took my life from them.
I mean tears real tears and to ask God and my body why.
I need to hear them beg for me so i feel some type of worth.
I'm twenty years old but my heart feels 16.
My body feels 60.
My mind has knowledge as if I'm 300.
And for some reason people don't get an overactive mind opens chambers which you can't escape and the fate you have can be in which you place a pistol with one round in the chamber and end everything.