There is something in the water
The abyss is my home
The dark is my life
The silence is who i am
My mind is at the surface, the waves in which they kill
Like a tsunami
The ocean is my body
So beautiful, but so scary
The abyss is where i live for all eternity
I shall not leave for I am not allowed.
There is something in the water.
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The Patterns of Bloom
PoetryShort poems that describe mental illness, heartbreak, growth, love and the ups and downs of life. Many could resonate, many could close their eyes and feel what I feel. In a way these poems are little windows all of you can look through, yes, these...
