it's 9:34

im parked in a dark lot surrounded by strange people
the car is silent, the signal nonexistent
and im crying as i listen to the static
on the other end of the phone

no one will answer.

they had sped past
there was an exit and a car that looked similar, and-
and i don't know where i am now
i can't breathe

she picks up, thank God, and her voice is so delicate
she's not here with me, with us, and still she cares
and i don't think angels compare to her
in that moment

(her hair changed colors again
brighter, more beautiful
always beautiful)

she leaves to tell them

i watch for the car that will take me home

my hands are trembling
i cannot breathe
i've never felt more unsafe
more alone

why would they do this?

- via // my friends are very inconsiderate.