The last day i didn't sleep well.
I dreamed about loneliness and stuff.
Last day I missed whole school,
instead of going, I stayed in bed.
I didn't ate,
hoping to starve the sadness inside me.
Wouldn't open my mouth anyway,
it halted some happiness from escaping my body.
Last day afternoon I went to the liquor store
and spend 32 dollars in a strong spirit.
In my way home I stepped on some dead leaves,
they were along a street I crossed without looking
cuz death might be kinder, as with the leaves.
The last day i smoked the blunt you gave me.
Took a big breath of some burned gin.
I smoked it as you used to.
Last day I drank from the bottle in the darkest corner of my room
not even my shadow was there that night.
I drank as if it was juice,
ur indifference was strawberry flavoured.
Facts were not as easy to swallow, tho.
I cried you a river, honey.
The pain shook my body with violence.
couldn't stand by my feet.
I writhed in my bed as I let a tear run down by my chin
and tried to keep myself together.
