khalil pt.2

god dammit khalil

this isn't an easy thing to write

but i wouldn't be lying if i said

it hasn't constant on my mind

i don't want to imagine how you died

od'd in a car or maybe a house

or maybe a street with orange lights

until the cops had finally arrived

but i

can't help but wonder

just how did this happen

and when did it get so bad

and i

can't help but imagine

that it might be different

if i hadn't left tampa

i saw that you followed my bands page

immediately hit you up to see

just how you were doing how it's been

going along with recovery

you said it's been good it's been 8 months

and you just got into a sober living

you might get a job and maybe a grant

so you can go back to school again

and that

was 5 days before i

got a missed call from tj and a text from javi

in bed

right after i slept in

at andrea's house i found out you're not here

they send

their prayers

what does that mean to me?

i've loved

and lost

but not quite like this

they send

their thoughts

they send

for what?

fuck