Pictures of Passing Cars

Why now?

Why now?

Next time,

and there will be one

Next time will be the last

Tommorow,

might be my last time.

“Once, it happens,

don’t revive me. again.”

I’m scared.

“Its been  a long time“

as a tear escapes from your eye.

But not for you

Right?

Half of me is growing up,

while the other refuses to do so.

I cannot let go.

Lately I’ve been feeling more alone than ever,

And the weight of the future is pressing down on me again