On this one day,
I woke up to die,
But my head was under water,
And my feet were in the sky.
I felt this weight on my shoulders,
Crushing,
Tugging,
Pulling me under.
No, wait,
That's not true,
Because here I am weightless,
And gravity cannot get through.
But even still,
The pressure I feel,
Is pushing me further from the top,
And creating a seal-
From the outside,
From oxygen to breathe,
From who I was before,
And from my personality.
The deeper I get,
The less human I feel,
The rush of the water around me,
Keeps me going as a thrill.
But isn't that bad,
That I don't feel pain,
As the water invades my lungs,
And I choke on the oceans salty remains?
No I revel in it,
I bask in the peace,
My mind may be flooded,
But this is my release.
This is who I am now,
Skin soaked with salt,
As I float around the waves,
I feel this is my own fault.
I should've fought harder,
To keep myself afloat,
As the water threatened my brain,
I should've written the note.
But alas I forgot,
And the water is in my head now,
These memories are all I've got,
And the terror I disallow.
Where is the love,
That everyone proclaimed,
Where is the sun at,
When I am drenched in the rain?
But the rain isn't water,
It's memories suppressed,
The rain is the girl I once was,
As she is faced with death.
But the flood didn't kill her,
Her own mind did.
Flood 4/12/22 14:12
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Midnight Thoughts
PoetryJust an average girl trying to fit into a world using only words to describe her soul to others. ••These are random poems that I have thought of before and after the clock strikes midnight. They might not be the best, but you can always check them o...
