I can see it in the dull yellow streetlights glaring off the sidewalk at night, and I can smell it in the exhaust fumes from passing cars
I can see it in my parents’ creased faces, and I can see it behind my friends’ glassy eyes
Despair
Desperation
Abandonment
Loss of hope.
I’ll run from it until I’ve taken another hit, until I’ve taken another shot, until I can’t be any more numb than I already am
But it’s always lurking right around the corner
Despair
Desperation
Abandonment
Loss of hope.