I feel my life slipping through my hands
I honestly don't understand
I had my own place, a car and friends
Now im at my dad's with a broken car and just him
Watching all my loved ones lives come to an end
On June 13 of 2019
Is this the bottom or does it get better?
My face have never been wetter
I want to give up and give in
But "it will get better" ok.... When?
This is not a suicide note...
Just a thought that my mind wrote..
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC
I feel my life slipping through my hands
I honestly don't understand
I had my own place, a car and friends
Now im at my dad's with a broken car and just him
Watching all my loved ones lives come to an end
On June 13 of 2019
Is this the bottom or does it get better?
My face have never been wetter
I want to give up and give in
But "it will get better" ok.... When?
This is not a suicide note...
Just a thought that my mind wrote..
#riplexi
#10/27/95-06/13/19
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