The River Flows
Water flowing down a river.
Cold, calm, inviting.
I want to lose myself in the deepest part.
Hope that death will be quick.
The water is just cold, it flows smoothly, there is no need for death.
The water simply comes up to my knees but I still feel like im drowning.
Drowning in the sorrows I have made for myself & the ones you made for me.
It's hard to get over the things that have flowed past.
It's even harder to turn and walk away.
Following the flow of the river is easy but going against the grain, well, it's hard to say.
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