senseless.

shots fired it’s us against us childhood friends turned foes and the fueding begins gone are the bonds we spent half our lives building we’ve grown up and apart, nothing is the same shots fired over girls, over money, over friends who aren’t friends rumors spread and the fake news becomes a disease blocking all…

babylove.

with the blade in my wrist, I welcomed death with open arms. I was done with this life, lost on how to exist now that he was gone. and then I thought of you. you never told me “it’s okay. he’s in a better place now”. you didn’t push me to faith or rush me…