6:53 PM

I thought I got over The feeling of Wanting to die In 12th grade. I’m walking in a dead town Desaturated from its life. The foggy weather doesn’t help. It only clouds up my vision. Why do I feel like dying? Or did this town suck up All of the life inside of me. I’m an empty husk walking Memories flood in as I walk They weren’t enough to change The thoughts and feelings I have. I’ll head to the beach instead. I stand on muddy sand and cry. Each tear falls with the rain. I walk closer to the stormy waves The currents take me away. I start to drown and not fight back. Let it consume me just like this sadness. Leave my body to rot on the shore. Don’t pull me out. As my eyes begin to shut I cough, I’m back where I stood