A drop in the ocean
A change in the weather,
I only thought it could get better...
But now I see the anger I hold,
Something now no one no longer hast to be so bold...
I am lost drifting in the sea,
Of tears that had, have, or to be...
Lifting the blade' pulling the trigger...
Almost as easy as cracking a finger.
My life coming to an end,
Nothing around the rivers bend...
Just a pain, just sadness I am...
No longer to be the dam,
Holding back all the emotions and thoughts I protect you from...
Now all we can her are these drums,
On the door
On the floor,
On my heart that no beats,
No steady pulse, no heat...
Just a pool of scarlet surrounds...
The hidden body, never to be found.

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PoesiaThis is a book full of poems, notes, and other sorts of things that help me out! It's... Idunno.weird.