pick the blue sharpie
i am so terrified as of now;
where do we go?
on the inside of the casket all i could read was "WAIT FOR ME"
from her husband.
she did not look real; no one ever looks real.
i want to run and run and run until my face melts off and i see God standing there because, in the confusion of losing my face, i forgot that i do not believe he exists. and with that, he is standing before me, smiling, telling me there is a heaven, that i do not have to be afraid.
i fucking wish i had some faith. some drive to keep me going.
but i dont. and thats the end.
where do we go?
on the inside of the casket all i could read was "WAIT FOR ME"
from her husband.
she did not look real; no one ever looks real.
i want to run and run and run until my face melts off and i see God standing there because, in the confusion of losing my face, i forgot that i do not believe he exists. and with that, he is standing before me, smiling, telling me there is a heaven, that i do not have to be afraid.
i fucking wish i had some faith. some drive to keep me going.
but i dont. and thats the end.