i sit in the back of this car drinking a watered down soda and pondering my purpose in life
and if its really necessary for me to stay on this earth.
i run through a list of reasons to live inside my head
and i just can’t seem to find anything worth living for.
maybe i would be better off dead.
maybe people would be happier without me in their lives.
i think its time i pick my flowers
and let them die.