Red, blue, red, blue, red, blue.
Morse code,
spelling
a hidden message.
An S.O.S.
Save their souls.
Please save their souls.
Silent prayers
from those in the gravel.
The snow falls; serene,
but those in attendance
watch it in a blunder.
A speeding scream
in pursuit to relieve the pain.
The noise represents more than
meets the ear;
shows the turmoil we do not see.
Agonizing; red, blue, red, blue, red, blue.
S.O.S.
Just like that.
They’re gone.
Lost souls take their detours;
their routes to get home.
Never remembering the
silent prayers prayed
on a snowy evening.
Just seeing in their mind’s eye.
Red, blue, red, blue.
Like morse code.
Pleading to save their souls.

i literally am now closed off from the world.
i have nothing but myself.
and i'm starting to realize how much that scares me.

my words are now few and far between.
nothing like the girl i knew just two days ago.
i barely legible whisper is all most will get out of me.

i'm drowning in my own mind, my own thoughts.








i need you.
if only i could hear you.

i was drowning once.
and you saved me from the cold, dark waters.
pulled me to shore and i laid there in the sun, regaining my breath.
and the sun was shining, but you shone brighter.











i'm drowning now.
and you're no where to be found.

I'm so scared.

About to send in Application Number One.
To my dream school.



I couldn't be more terrified.