I just now got an email via LinkedIn from a friend whom killed himself almost two months ago…. is it a comfort to know that we’ll be haunted by our social media outlets when we make it into the unknown?
I woke up with blonde hair, no ciggarettes and can’t find my glasses.
Im running out of faith
Becarful who you tell
So kill your heros and fly fly baby fly
I lost my pride with this body of mine
In another land i began to understand
I got love for all your hate
I got lost to find my way
So be good with goodbyes
So be good with good-byes
I put one foot infront of the other one
I don’t need a new love or a new life
Just a better place die.
All my life I’ve been wishing on eyelashes for words to fit how i feel. All my life I’ve been driving around trying to find what feels like home.
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