she finally did it.
friends and family in agony,
yet relieved of lifting burden-
there once was-
now she's just a casualty.
floating, haunting, daunting
like an urban legend-
organs crushed and scattered
on the bathroom floor.
lifeless fragile limbs, pale glass eyes
and purple lips,
she was on the edge.
'Bless her soul- she's in a better place.'
YOU ARE READING
I feel like shit so I write poems
PoetryI feel like my life is a cold Thursday evening mid November Poetry that I write while I overthink my life decisions at 3 am trigger warning for quite depressive thoughts and eating disorders
