Hello and I'm sorry

A salutation and a farewell.
I don???t have much time.
This Times New Roman is gonna
fly through my fingertips, like a plague
of moths.
The hollow black letter shells crunched into the ground like the skin of a cicada.
This is all that???s left.
And you can do whatever you want with it.
Keep it to yourself,
or let it serve as a warning.
There are some here I love,
some who fear me,
and some who wish I was dead.
I didn???t ask for this;
no one asks for this.
You???re born into it.
You grow up oblivious and sheltered
and one day the evil realities of this place hit you square between the eyes like a perfectly aimed bullet.
If this were a movie,
I would ride off in some blood red sunset down a stretch of desert road into the wasteland that keeps us captive here.
But this isn???t a movie,
these are the Badlands.