driving too fast and caring too little.
i'm turning corners with reckless abandon.
no cares about if i live or if i die.
life is bland and i am unimportant.
death is unknown and exciting.
although i know i'd never pull that trigger because i'm too scared.
i'd probably just cry wolf until people gave up.
i haven't cried wolf yet.
i need a solid, foolproof plan before i do anything.
my original one still works i just have to be quick about it and turn the phone off before i reach the place so they can't track it.
no time to waste.
i guess i'd have all the time in the world though.
don't rush those final moments.
say your goodbyes.
make some calls.
make the call.
tell someone where to find you.
don't rot alone with the animals and bugs, that's no good to anyone.
YOU ARE READING
Behind My Eyes.
Poetrycome pick my mind and stay awhile, make yourself comfortable. it's awfully lonely in here. - inside this book, you'll find five distinct parts: simply me, which tells you almost everything you need to know about me. you, which tells you...
