(46) Lost, Lonely & High 01.01.2025 @ 5:56pm
It’s my brother I’m missing.
You helped me get through the day.
I don’t even want to be here today.
Fuck bro, I have so much to say.
I can’t accept what happen, no way.
I’m still in denial.
I’m looking at my phone, ready to dial
It hurts knowing I won’t see your text anymore.
Deathwish, I wish it was me out the final door.
I don’t want to do anything.
I’m ready to give up on everything.
To be with you once more but in death!
Cigarettes got me running out of breath.
We bonded so much like true brothers.
Your love, I never had enough.
I’ll always cherish your warm loving heart.
Mine feels like it’s been stung by a dart.
None of this makes sense.
My time here is feeling condensed.
I’m here waiting to see you again.
My only question is, when?
I really wonder if you can see me.
I would love for you to come get me!
I would kill just to be with you, free.
How could I just let things be?
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