Suicide

I sit beneath a crying tree,
little eyes a-glowing,
Stare up at the darkened sky
Which is blindly snowing,

I sit beneath a crying tree,
little eyes a-glowing,
Stare up at the darkened sky
Which is blindly snowing,
Huddled in my darkness,
Tight around me at all cost,
I close my eyes so slowly,
And breath a layer of frost,
The air I breath is deadly,
It’s making my lungs bleed,
This blood is flowing readily,
Trying to drown me,
These roots support my body,
Dirt clings to my hair,
Blood has splatterd spotedly,
This, has not, been, fair.

By Nelokrista13

i like pain and sex, despair and anguish, and always enjoy a philosophical convo.