watching my reflection in the water,

i stare at the leaves that fall below.

how can i be the perfect daughter,

when i can’t even see the path before me?

as i fall like the leaves beside me,

the water flows through my lungs.

looking through the water as far as i can see,

i spot my haunted soul staring right at me.

when i scream from help from above,

nothing comes out as the water wraps around me like a glove.

the murky water chills my skin like ice,

I sit at the bottom of the lake, thinking this frozen feeling is nice.

then i’m back on the bridge,

the water flowing through my lungs’ air.

back on the bridge,

my heart as frizzled as my humid hair.

i wish it ended.

but it

never

did.