ivyparks

my hands reach up to grab
someone's hand, and in my mind,
they pull me up, but i can still feel
myself sinking.

lungs aching, my eyes burn
as i stare up at the surface of the water,
dancing figures blurring together

i am still bleeding, can't
you see me?
and as my mind spills out
of my stomach, you watch and
tell me how pretty i look
when i am crying.

i fell for it. 
i told myself my pain
was beautiful if it was

sadness can only linger
so long until it starts to eat
you from the inside out,
your heartbeat in it's hands.

dew dripping from eyelashes
stuck together like lovers
saying their last goodbye,
the morning is happy.

there are stars in our eyes,
i think, from when our ancestors
prayed to the sky for us.

look what we have done
to our beautiful mother.
look what i have done.
see her blood under my fingernails
and weep for her, please,

i wrote this as a short poem i wrote in my english class. it's not my best work, but i really liked it!

the sky is a cool grey
(i've spelled it with an e, did you notice?)
the sky is grey like her eyes,
like the ocean.