The water begins to rise
My clothes are pulling me down
The sharp rocks hurt
But they're keeping me breathing
I pull harder on the rocks
The sea fills crimson red
And finally I float
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Despair
PoetryA series of poems. Readers be aware: there will be powerful imagery and possible triggers for people with mental illnesses or who have dealt with self harm and possibly abuse. Please be careful. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I'll try to post a short...
Drowning
The water begins to rise
My clothes are pulling me down
The sharp rocks hurt
But they're keeping me breathing
I pull harder on the rocks
The sea fills crimson red
And finally I float
