She is a Happy Person.

Below The Sea.

The world spins round.
i sleep sound.
never to be disturbed
never to be found.

In the aqua depths,
Of the colossal sea,
below the phenomenal waves
Is where I am left to be.

Below the rocking river waves
and piercing sunlight beams
That penetrate the rocky shores,
in vigorous diverging streams.

Alone, secluded, remote.
I lay there gently afloat.
The tides stir my empty emotions
Void of lasting love or hope.

Water in my lungs,
Salt on my skin
Breath shallow, eyes clenched.
No more kith or kin.

With cold flicks and lapping tongues,
The sea cools off my hate
The fiery embers of emotions
That float and resonate.

The dull blue sea is comforting.
And yes I am afraid
But at least my tears arent visible
When they leak and cascade.

The silence is melodious
And you may think its absurd
But in the folds of the wrinkled sea
At least my cries aren't heard.

The darkness is alight
With haunting, daunting, lively flare.
Bound in shackles of depression.
I sway with not a single care.