Drowning:
She walks in the blackest of night,
Blossoms falling around her,
Oh how she longs to see them in the day,
If only she could see another sunrise,
The sunlight spills across the lake,
Highlighting a dark shape under the surface,
The light hits her,
Her translucent form starts to dissaper,
Until all that is left is a single black hair,
The dead girl opens her eyes.
YOU ARE READING
aesthetic ✔
Poeziemy poems, give credit. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK SUICIDE AND DEATH IS MENTIONED MULTIPLE TIMES. PLEASE SEEK HELP IF YOU ARE SUICIDAL, DEPRESSED, OR JUST OVERALL SAD. YOU ARE LOVED. •••••••••••••••••••••••...
