He doesn't care. He's high and he's being mean. Your crying and just ready to be gone, out of this world already and he still sits there making you cry. The tears roll down your face like ice and you know you don't wanna take it anymore. You don't want to feel the tears. You don't want to feel anything in this life anymore. Someone just take it. Give it to a soul that deserves and wants to be here. I'm done. I'm crying. This life is to over rated. Block the airway with your hands. Listen to everything get quieter, noises get softer. And you release into a choking party as you gasp for air because "beep beep" your phone gets another text. Your still crying, wiping away those icy tears.
