Understanding I may not wake. 67 goodbyes just in case, this may be it. Putting trust in strangers to cocktail my veins. I lay there feeling the numbness quivered through my limbs fighting hard not to sleep quickly my eyes start to dim. 67 times 67 times 67 questions why? For half my life this is my normal how do I continue on living and follow throughs though having faith in my values and morals 67 times why? Why must I go through life like this?
