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Save Me

by Caitlin Parsons 3 years ago in sad poetry
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Sometimes we just need to be saved from ourselves.

Blue eyes turned black. My demons are trapped.

Painting pictures with my blood. But I got lost in the flood.

Drifted out to nothingness to confess my darkest sins. Ocean waves and praise songs try to wash me clean. But good God, they can’t reach everything unseen.

Hurry, there’s not enough time. Slitting my own throat has never felt so divine.

Finally, I think I can unwind.

Blush flowers against my skin, wilting away from soaking up my sin.

Drawing along my jawline with your fingertips, reminiscing all of the love for you that slipped from these rose lips.

I pleaded with you not to leave, but now you’re left to grieve.

I told you that I wasn’t afraid to die.

With all my love,

Goodbye.

sad poetry

About the author

Caitlin Parsons

26 years old. STL.

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