You’re early, death finally says.
Tears slowly but surely run down my cheeks.
I tell him I know and he asks me what brought me here.
I tell him that I think he knows. My cheeks are now a weary waterfall.
As the thoughts I’ve come to know as true finally start to fade to black, I forgot the life that I’ve decided to have taken that I can’t get back. Fuck...What have I done?
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 12:25 PM UTC
You’re early, death finally says.
Tears slowly but surely run down my cheeks.
I tell him I know and he asks me what brought me here.
I tell him that I think he knows. My cheeks are now a weary waterfall.
As the thoughts I’ve come to know as true finally start to fade to black, I forgot the life that I’ve decided to have taken that I can’t get back. Fuck...What have I done?