downforlife
stick a dead bolt thorough my fucking neck. perhaps it can help me breathe. I've already been brain dead too long, it's time to wake up.
If I ended up in a trailer, I guess that wouldn't be so bad. All I need is the people I love.
The sign said detour, and so I did. I found myself at the intersection of life. Which way do I go? Do I drop back down or head on up? It's difficult to explain. I'm in a place where the old grow up and while I grow old.