Everyday I ask myself, is this the end?
Did I take too much this time, did my body finally cave?
Will I think twice when I'm in my car? Will I leave more than a scar?
I push my body and mind everyday to see if one of them will break
I expand my limits hoping I can speak to the dead
I shead tears of remorse, only to try again the next day
Everything feels worse when the effects start to wear off
It's a cycle that will never end, until it does
What comes after? Will I see my dead dog?
Will I see Capone and ask him about his taxes?
Will see the devil and take his place?
Will I become a nameless face?
Will I finally rest in peace or do I have to go on?
I'll let you know soon what lies beyond
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What comes after
PuisiIts important to value onself before letting others in our life, because we sometimes let others determine our worth This is about my process of healing since an event happened that impacted me, and what comes after. If you ever need someone to talk...
