Hell of a friend

I’m writing to you but my pen’s out of ink

draggin the words like a ghost without feet

ive said it before and you’ll hear it again

im sorry that I was the worst of your friends

it wasn’t the sadness, the high, or the drinks

it wasn’t my family, the job, or my dream

it was all me

I caused the pain, my names on the sword

I forged it with malice and thrusted it forward

I wished it was me but my soul had me cornered

this what I do man Im killing myself

im wearing all black trynna dodge all the help

alone in the desert I exile myself

hottest of summers but this feeling don’t melt