hello depression.

Time.

Time.

A bed made for two

is where they would coo.

Long rough fingers

run through her hair & linger.

Heavy breathing when they're

sleeping.

A bed made for two,

was where they would coo.

Long, rough fingers

ran through her hair & lingered.

Heavy breathing when they were

sleeping.

A bed made for two,

is where she lays alone with no one to coo.

Short, sharp razors

draw her illustrations.

Heavy breathing when she saw

the blood streaming.

Rope tightened around her neck,

where she was once pecked.

Long legs push the chair away,

so she could see the one she used to date.

Wings thrown on her back,

light showing the path.

Lips are pulled from the sides,

to the sound of the fluttering butterflies.

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Not my best, but please vote/comment/fan if you already haven't?

Would mean the world!