Drifting On The Surface Poem by Katrina Bearce
Drifting On The Surface
She wears a little gown,
Her body feels so cold.
Soaked up by the water,
Like the stories untold.
Here and there with some scars,
Her hand so violet
It's there that she has chosen,
Too late to regret it.
Her eyes are open wide
The look she has is sad
No desire to live,
So she chose to be dead.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: suicide
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