Written by Emily Harstone | March 22, 2018
And finally, she was at peace.
A breath late, I chose life.
Drowning She rendered her world obselete
Floating and falling – practically the same.
Jumping on the bed is therapy.
Looking over the ledge, she jumped.
I’m drowning with a broken heart.
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And finally, she was at peace.
A breath late, I chose life.
Drowning She rendered her world obselete
Floating and falling – practically the same.
Jumping on the bed is therapy.
Looking over the ledge, she jumped.
I’m drowning with a broken heart.