Foot on the pedal as far as it can go, inhaling what feels like my last cigarette. My mind is so far beyond forgiveness, all I want to do is end this.
With scars on my legs, and bags under my eyes, I sit in my car by the cemetery, contemplating wether to be with the silent and invisible or go back home.
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC
Foot on the pedal as far as it can go, inhaling what feels like my last cigarette. My mind is so far beyond forgiveness, all I want to do is end this.
With scars on my legs, and bags under my eyes, I sit in my car by the cemetery, contemplating wether to be with the silent and invisible or go back home.