I had my first glass of wine earlier this week, and I felt good. I felt buzzed.
I then went to a sports bar with a good friend from Israel and I had one beer, it felt nice. I was in control.
I started thinking.
I MISS THE HOUSE. I MISS GETTING HIGH. I MISS FIGHTING.
I want to see her. I am pissed. I am angry.
Like a fiend I return to my filth…Seven – 11…
Two bottles of wine.
What would you say anyways?
Would you speak first?
Would you kiss her?
Would you hug her?
Would you cry?
Hahaha you bitch, you’re so weak. God you’re pathetic.
Pay your fucking bills, finish school, and end it.
Be quiet, and don’t say anything. Go about your life. Go about your business and when the time is right, I will show you the exit. Don’t worry, I know. You’re not the first one I have helped through situations like this.
Come to me. I know what you want. There are ways out of this world. I will show you. I will give you the world.
I showed her brother how to leave this world.
I can show you too.
The blood of Her brother is now on You.
Whisper in your ear.
The only way out is the way in.
Do not be afraid. I will lead you.
Fear is just your imagination. Let me liberate you.
I will show you how you can feel again.