What's Missing Is Dead

Small Brown Bike

Compositor: Small Brown Bike

I'm crawling down the pavement.
Everything streams by. Everyone screams by.
On the trip back home, I wasn't sure if I was going to make it.
We crush what's coming.
We can't recover.
We leave what's empty and move down the line. Everything has made me bitter.
I coughed up a smile tonight. I brought home a fake badge to wear around the house and show my loved ones how much I try.
I've killed what's missing. The pavement is peeling. We've lost what's broken and saved each other.