Photograph #9//Lil Peep || Rewriting

#89💔

Peep's POV

It took nine days to get those pictures separated. If I didn't get fucked or took my time reading the back of each- I probably would've been done sooner. Everybody has been calling- but I didn't want to answer- not for anyone. I needed Pigeon- to lay beside me- just so we follow the sun's radiant warmth across the carpet to my room. Yes that romantic type of shit.

I lay there, looking to the ceiling- empty. Another pill, I take to my mouth and fade. Knowing- I'll see her when I close my eyes.

"Pigeon, come back to me- you suicidal piece of shit"

Because I thought we were suppose to fly through this fucked up world together- creating a universe entirely our own...

Rs💔