So I won't remember.
About any of this.
Sometimes I wish I can just pull the trigger.
But I don't have a gun.
I can no longer sleep away all the pain like I used to do.
Laughter is not the best medicine anymore.
What would you do when there's no more hope?
I guess I just need to get high.
Really high. High up in the sky.
So that I can run away from this.
At least for awhile.