Dog-eared PagesOfASuicideNote

It all depends on the quality of the air, I sit alone in anguish and despair. A 1 bedroom apartment without a porperty share. She wants to be clean, all her scars are bare, her hands are wrapped. I sell her kisses wrapped in a burlap sack. Outside the bedroom door, they sell drugs and peddle whores. Nosebleed section. Marijuana and malt liquor, I honestly have to trust her. As she pulls away in a white Ford truck, I realized I crapped out. Smoked up all my luck! Seldom right but wrapped in tin foil is a purple tranq Her mood changes as her heart picks up pace. She says I'm not trying hard enough! Paint it black, concrete; I try to save face. You were once my safe place!