I remember a time where I was always lying saying I'm fine when my

insides felt like they were on fire every night praying to my higher

power smoking sour stuck in my head with suicidal thoughts the

minutes turn to hours when she died I showed up to her moms house

with flowers that love was real and so was the drugs she was doing

and all the guys she was ******* in order to maintain the habit how

would you have it I couldn't grasp it I let it all go slit my wrists and

let the blood flow crimson red give me 2 minutes I'll be dead