The high, the fate, everything set.
For that one feeling repaying your debt.
No one saw it comming, your final breath.
That last sip, condeming you to death.
Your headlights fade into the vast darkness.
A lonely picture, still in your glove compartment.
Before the madness, our wonderful memories.
Still blind to what went wrong, I miss you dearly.
The soft echo of the last words you said.
"I will miss you hon" A intoxicated kid, He's responsible for your death.
I miss you my dear.
If you know anyone with a drinking problem please reach out. Dont let this vicious cycle continue.
Rip Jarred Steven Billings.
1990-2007
"My Rescuer."