Jan 2021
I leave my house for the last time
And prepare to drive for the last time.
I planned where I would go
And how they would never find me in time.
Soft rain pours down the windows
As I pull out of the driveway.
I look at the hazy world around me in awe
Of how dreamy it looks.
Suddenly I don't want to go anymore.
Life may just be worth it again...
And prepare to drive for the last time.
I planned where I would go
And how they would never find me in time.
Soft rain pours down the windows
As I pull out of the driveway.
I look at the hazy world around me in awe
Of how dreamy it looks.
Suddenly I don't want to go anymore.
Life may just be worth it again...
I'm in the middle of a rough patch. I relapsed again, and I've pretty much given up on being clean. Forgive me because I know I can't. I wrote this poem hoping that maybe I will believe it eventually. Until that day, I'll just honour the pinkie promise I made.
