In a dark room
The ends of each walls can't be seen
A light from above shines down
But the darkness that surrounds is infinite
A figure sits at the centre
Black water appears
Flooding the floor up to the ankles
Tainting the figure
Starting from the feet
Slowly moving up
They are alone
The other half is gone
Nowhere to be seen
Disappointment
Fills the hole in the figure's heart
Black water now below their head
Slowly rising
And swallowing the figure whole
They have decided.
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Thoughts I Had Today
PoetryA book filled with poems of my thoughts. TW: suicidal thoughts, self-harm & abuse.
