late night passed on, we couldn't drain her down.
wishing there was tomorrow,
booz making her drown.
best friends, protecting her not knowing what to do.
expressing death upon her face,
knowing thats the one thing left to chose.
praying she'll never open her eyes,
this one last night,
thinking what might come next.
2 hands full of pills, she chugs the whisky, hoping to hold in one more
breathe.
we could've prayed a million times that night that she'd change the ways she
stood,
although all she wanted was to go that night, and light up her last bowl.
she awaking in tears the next day... puking shit all up. i asking her why do
u cry my dear, and she said- i can't escape from here, and tossed off
another shot.

-the story of my life-
*because of life changing decisions, ive lost 2 of the best people ive had
in my life, Fovever*

Dedicated to lauran and chelsey-

By: Reagan B.


 
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