Teen Suicide

I Don't Think It's Too Late
Sleeping with you on the couch Was the best I've felt in months You know you're my family Until the day that all my blood stops running & my heart gives up, they find me in the bathroom tied off Or like Jason on the kitchen floor Chain lock on the door & receipts on the table Twelve unread emails I was going through withdrawal in a mall I threw up in the food court Waiting on a call to come through And the more half-baked romantic part of my brain Told me that that was the thing to hold on to Is it too late? Were the best times of my life mistakes? I owe a lot of apologies, And I wish I’d made some of them sooner Should’ve spent more time around mountains and trees I should've moved back out of the city I wish I'd read more of the books I bought Unless heaven is as boring as we always thought Then I hope they let me read all of the books I brought From Letras Mania