Blood dripping from temples
water drips from her hair and
Feet, leaving black marks, the
Well sings a song "Ophelia, oo
don't fall,"
The darkness sits in her
Ribcage, ravens squawk
From shoulders a sad
Lonely requiem (Don't
cry Ophelia with eyes
shut, didn't cry from
the bottom numb).
She were gone, waters
Take the soul and Stix
Carries on along edges
Piercing her heart
She is safe
"They told me not
leave," she weeps
Weeping, ash
And clots leaving
Her be.
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Sad Girl
PoesíaPoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
