this part is quiet sad actually
i keep thinking that sometimes parents never know when is the last time they hold their baby, you will never know when is the last time you kiss your partner, grandparents will never know when is the last time they see their grandkids, suicidal people will never know when their last day is gonna be and this is ironic i know since they get to decide when their last day is gonna be but deep down very very deep down they kinda hope someone's down there to catch them as they fall down the 12 floor building and hoping it isn't their last day and i object what most people say that people who commit suicide have already given up hope because hope stays deep within deep deep inside it's just hiding it doesn't mean it's gone
someone's just got to be willing to play hide and seek
i never got the chance to say goodbye to myself before i got lost and i am sure i'm hiding somewhere i just have to dig deeper
YOU ARE READING
who am I ?
Короткий рассказwho am I ? where am I? I feel like I am just air trying to find myself in every person I see I look in the mirror and I see nothing obviously cause i am just air I can be anywhere anytime I can be the air you fart the air in your birthday ballo...
