She gazes out the window,

 What little they all know

Her own thoughts attack her

The state she’s in, below.

 

Cold water crushing down

A sweet and blissful pound

Waves and currents of bondage

Where death is finally found.

 

Or maybe frozen still

Immobile, loss of will

Craving pleasurable ends

Fate finally fulfilled.

 

Or oral medication,

The permanent sedation

That bottle they left behind

Became her recreation.

 

Or maybe just a blade

That’s all she really craves

Smooth, soft penetration

Vivid red colors she made.

 

For she and I are the same

Victims of self-blame

Plagued by thoughts of beautiful ends,

Desire to cease burns as a flame.

 

I, too, look out to nowhere

Desire death and crave despair

Stop and think of love for him

And make those feelings end there.