My last poetic goodbye.
My questions, in the form of a poem.
Just shit about me.
I wish I had died yesterday.
Whatever. Not like you guys are gonna fucking read this anyway.
Dude, I dunno. Might be added to later.
Ambulance chasers following dusty paper trails...never gonna find anything.
Distorted, heartbreaking beats...heartbreaking hearts. Beating hearts demolished...shot dead. BOOM. Life.
Just about bulling
I can't even. God.