I stare at the field of grass, the ponds of water forming in the muddy path, the stream of water falling from above and I think, Of disappearing from this world, Like the rain that falls into the ditch and flows down, To thread on a journey into the afterlife. I think of my hands wrapped around my neck, Squeezing with my bare fingers, Till I choke from the pain. I think of my nails dragging down my skin, Wishing it would lead a bloody trail behind, And break my skin apart, ripping my body into strings of flesh. I wonder what it is I lack, Of why my silly little hopes were crushed- Till I stare at my reflection,…
“Raw”
