Most nights, at two a.m,
I wonder where I'll be in,
Five,
Ten,
Fifteen years,
Other nights,
Like tonight, at two a.m,
I wonder if I'll make it that far.
YOU ARE READING
scars
Poetrythey say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe when i leave scars on my skin, im not dying, maybe im going home.
