Poems and Art For

Im just one person. Im just one life. Why would any of it even matter? They say “look at the bigger picture,” and frankly, the bigger picture says nothing matters. We’re all gonna die. Seriously, I even say that to my friends: Im gonna die. They laugh, but its true. I think they stopped questioning, or even caring, if Im still suicidal. Well….idk, maybe, maybe not anymore. Only thing certain is Im still depressed AF. And still dunno how to shake it off.

Yeah she’s drunk, just a little throwin up.
And he’s waiting for her at home, waitin for her to grow up.
She at a party, sayin that shes “livin.”
Hes tryna get life straight, cos that life, hes lived it.
And doesnt want it, rather have the simple things, like thinkin.
And shes so gone she doesnt know what shes drinkin.
And now hes worried, drivin in a hurry.
Little does he know she drivin too, vision blurry.
On a crash course towards each other.
Her hands in another, swervin left and right.
He wishes she’s just come back safe for the night.
But wishes dont come true, and right out of the blue.
Three lovers meet, him, me and you. That was the last chance, and as hes grasping for a breath,
He whispered that hes sorry, for all the wrong he brought to their death.

I went to her grave
And said my goodbyes, only
To return home
And find her still there.
She said her love died,
And with it, I went
To a grave of my own,
Through the depths of my soul.

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lisadadddy:

Jessica Sanchez’s voice is so freaken perfectly sexy, ugh