are we really alive anymore? when heroin and crack are all we live for this place where we are is not our home merely a place where Alex once roamed
Tag: alex
To Alex
you walk alone and it makes me feel so bad those that know nothing but to roam wishing for the things we never had.
you murdered my alex
all you could do was stare so fucking stoned why didn’t you help him? we should all be dead but not him
Alex
this path we walk hand in hand where only the silent talk footprints in the sand