Just a poem I wrote in the hallway of my school when I finished reading a novel. At the time I was contimplating an old friend, so maybe that's why this turned out so... angsty. Not that most of my poems aren't angsty. Not the greatest of titles, but I guess it's what I feel like. Drowning in lonliness, yet wanting to be alone... it's a twisted cycle. Maybe I just haven't found the right person to be with, friend or boyfriend (ha! like the latter I have any chance in). Until then, if ever that is, all my poems will probably remain in this tone. But alas, depression brings inspiration. (Sorry for the marks between stanzas, but this thing won't let me double space)Thus, I present:

Drowning

Alone for the first time

I stand

Tall and in control.

Tears have been shed.

Weakness has been dominate and in control.

Shoulders have been weighed down with an invisible force.

The tears I cry,

like blood,

flood my very insides.

Invisible,

a silent killer,

slowly drowning me.

Weakness has been covered up

by fragile armor.

An armor made of silver threads

intricately woven

the colour of salty water

that leaks down my cheeks.

Shoulders stay hunched

though I stand tall

the weight just won't go away.

Alone for the last time

I lie

Motionless and overcome.