Tubbs
Bluelight Crew
It's really hitting me hard, every morning I wake up and wonder why. Why am I still here, I've watched friends die, much better people than i, much more deserving of life, but here I am. I think about death every day, no matter how hard I try.
Every good feeling is perverted into a dark despair, nothing feels worthwhile, and I remember years ago, a dirty alleyway, and I'm standing there with a man holding a gun to my head, deal gone wrong, and me begging him to end it, to pull the trigger, and the fear in his eyes. I wish he had ended it that day, I certainly deserved it.
And some days i think, maybe he did, and this is my hell. My punishment for the things I've done. I truly don't know anymore, I don't know what to believe. And I'm so God damn tired.
Every good feeling is perverted into a dark despair, nothing feels worthwhile, and I remember years ago, a dirty alleyway, and I'm standing there with a man holding a gun to my head, deal gone wrong, and me begging him to end it, to pull the trigger, and the fear in his eyes. I wish he had ended it that day, I certainly deserved it.
And some days i think, maybe he did, and this is my hell. My punishment for the things I've done. I truly don't know anymore, I don't know what to believe. And I'm so God damn tired.

) but see if you can't find a good old tree and lean yourself against it. Get to know it, think about what, throughout the history of your city, it has witnessed and survived. Trees are great healers but we usually just walk by them, occasionally appreciate their color or the shade they provide, but mostly we forget they are ancient living beings rooted in the same mess we are, though they are not the ones making it.