Hey I have an idea~

Lets destroy ourself and see who gives   a ****. With each passing breath I go deeper. Deeper into the thought that tomorrow doesn't exist. Because it doesn't. Why not see what happens in this moment.

All they come for is the lights. Flashing endlessly.

Overwhelming I stare at the sidewalk. A jab of pain hits my stomach. It's like the billboards  are killing me.


Because they are.