We could've held the stars, yk! And dance under the gloomy moonlight We could've fought, For us, the existence alone. We could've held on And not let it slip out, It wasn't a handful of sand! We could've simply tried, Atleast, that's what they've been teaching us! 'Trying never leads to disappointment' Even a handful of sand would've stayed either... But... That's it We, We could've... But!
until your lights come undone And the sun deport its creators And seek you instead; Every person you came to love was already dead and they shoved their corpses and broken teeth down your throat like a blackhole branch and nostalgic chaos cremating all the bodies they’ve occupied, but still it tasted too familiar to your common sense that you let it. Or is it okay as long as it's spoiler free, and less relevant to your story standards, and case scenario?
I buried one friend last August, I buried another one last month, For a year I’ve struggled to help another friend over come addition and failed, Another person: who kept me sane through my wild teenage years, buried his girlfriend recently, and in turn he buried his feelings with drugs and alcohol, we celebrated his one year of sobriety only a few months ago, no one ever mentioned how morbid your 20’s could be.
So inclusion I think pharmaceutical company’s should have to include “ heartbreak” on their labels, as a side effect too opioids.
I know death is just another part of life, but I never thought I’d have to deal with so much of it before I’d even lived a quarter of a century. Reality is a harsh mistress.