roaming alone

A Poem by Elaina Ashlock

Heyo, I guess things are getting bad again. I guess that means my poetry is going to be less inspirational and hopeful and more of a vibe of giving up. Because I'm giving up.

there's something about wandering alone
that gives you a craving to hide yourself away.
as you stray from good morning kisses
and
picking daisies in the garden
to
following the rain
and
feeling serene in the eye of the storm.

there's something about sailing alone
that gives you the courage to drown in the sea.
there's a longing feeling as you sink to the bottom
as your lungs burst
and the butterflies flutter through your chest.
that is when you are truly free
dying is the start of living

there's something about giving up hope
that gives you the strength to put it all away.
put the lock on your heart and throw away the key
send your brother a text
that you found the inspiration to leave.

put the toys away
it's time to go to sleep.
because when you awake to the morning sun,
everyone will see you bleed.