It makes sense. I should know how I got here, I almost wish i didn’t. Because the fact that i might be able to blame it on anyone but me, anything else

at least if i hadn’t known then maybe, maybe it would be better

but here it is

a gas station mirror and twenty cents in my pocket

and my cold, dead eyes

i’ve been looking at for twenty years

watching them fade away

there’s no way to get them back,

if there was, and i know there definitely is,

what’s the point?

Why should I.

Why should I try.

So fuck it. I’ll lay back on the ground

and this pain in my stomach wont go away

I wish it would.

I wish everything would.

I watch the bikes and feet stroll by.

and wonder if this is really, in some twisted way, what i fucking wanted to do

Good morning, sun.

Goodbye, head

no more of this today

I can’t do it again

the colors burst up

and my brain gets dizzy

and This is what it’s like to Explode