Two

I hope my lungs collapse.

I hope I don’t wake up.

I hope that I crash my car, into a semi-truck.

Because you were there for me, when I was at my lowest points.

I know I fucked this up.

I chose to jump the gun.

Will you still care for me, when I’m in my casket low?

Will you be steady mourning?

Will you still let it show?

You were my “ride or die.”

You were my best friend.

I said some shit to you, that I’ll take back until the end.

I burn skin, just to feel.

A promise is never real.

I know I’m in the wrong, but I know your wounds will heal.

I’ve got someone new telling me that everything is going to be okay.

But I do a lot of drugs, still to avoid this pain.

My cuts will mend slowly.

I pray to something holy that you’ll find happiness.

Even in your darkest times.

You’ll find a good guy, who fucking treats you right.

Who loves you at your worst and holds you through the night.

Some traits I’ll never find.

So, I’ll keep my shit tight.

I’ll keep my head low, you’ll never see me cry.

I know a thousand years could pass me by, and I will still remember that twinkle in your eyes.

Please keep those wrists clean, I know you well enough.

You’re stronger than you think.

You’ve got to hang tough.

So, if my lungs collapse.

If I don’t wake up.

If I crash my car into this semi-truck.

My soul is yours to keep, I’ll make it up to you.

I hope that it’s enough.

I hope you know it’s true.

If you forget at all, just know I’ll see you soon.