I feel it hit me like a snowball rolling down a hill but I'm too gone to care. I'm burned out at twenty-six and I feel lost with no direction anywhere.
It ***** when your calm comes from an empty bottle and a cashed out bowl that was packed for two but only smoked by one.
It doesn't bring me happiness, But at least it numbs the endless sadness even if only for a moment.
I didn't ask for this life or to be born and at the time of my death, I don't want anyone to mourn, because ya'll weren't there when my eyes were open.
Ya'll didn't care about my fear of the dark or the things I once held dear so keep your fake words to yourself and don't waste any tears
Ya'll weren't there when life was too much to take ya'll were only there for my smile that was fake
My death room will be empty but that's okay because honestly I never cared for flowers anyway.