Her New Wings

The deep water rushes over her head.
She hears the sounds of the soon to be death.
But she doesn’t open her eyes, not yet.
Her body flutters around.
Not daring to catch herself, and save herself.
Just let it float away, as far as it would like.
The clear blue water swims around her head.
Banging into her, and filling her insides.
The current seeking to take her down further
She wants to see the last of her death, but still knowing it’s not time.
She crushes into a hard sturdy rock.
Her whole body aces more now.
With only three minutes into her death.
The scene may not look like a murder, but it is.
Minus the bricks pulling her down, the pain takes the place.
Minus the rope, that’s the thoughts everyone had of her.
Minus the knives and guns, the words people shot at her with cover that.
It’s not her who killed herself; it’s them who killed her.
They killed her on the inside first, now the outside.
Finally it’s time, time to open her eyes and see that last of her death.
The part she did for herself, and save them some time.
She sees a beautiful glowing light, with a sharp pain attached to it.
And then she lets go.
Let’s go of her so called friends.
Let’s go of her should’ve been loving family.
Let’s go of the pain, and forgives all at last.
Let’s go of her life, and flies with her new wings.