i now im still a mess
i burned my eye. i burned it, and cried into the phone. i saw the ash coming, and i closed it, and i dropped the stick. i cried out the flame. and i cried all over myself. i burned my eye. i should have known better.
i am not a fool for it. i am cleaning up my own mess, and i am paying my own dues. if it will get me across the country to my girl, then fine. if it will buy me books. if it will get me in that car with my boys with so much road beneath us. my feet are firmly grounded. ill see you in the sky.
i told you i was scared. i need to tell you i am angry. tell you that i was angry. you should have paid attention. he saw it, and no one did anything. you aren't here with me now, to help me get this feeling off my skin. this sinking. you should have taken care of me.
i should have taken care of myself.
why wasnt anyone there. to take care of me? why didnt anyone take care of me?
i dont know why you call.
"there are plenty of pretty girls out there"
"and pretty boys?"
"those too"
"and some to love me, right?"
fuck this night. myabe tomorrow i will be gone.