you'll find me hanging in the dark
feet dangling off the ground
the wind will blow through my hair and eyelashes
but my eyes will not open
my lips will not move
you'll find me under a tree
the place where
where my lungs took a last breath of fresh air
i watched the ocean waves crash in one last time
before my eyes closed
and my body twitched one last time
YOU ARE READING
2 am
PoetryTW:// DEPRESSION AND SELF-HARM, SOME TALK OF DEATH This book isnt something you'd want to read. I hope it isn't. It's just a piece of my mind shoved onto paper
