Justin just told me about his weekend.
He went waterboarding with his family,
the waves hitting against the sides and the water splashing on his face.
Water.
The first time Kelly went swimming she was 7 years old.
She was in a little pink bathing suit that had flowers on it.
Her father pushed her in the water and taught her how to swim.
Water.
I feel like I'm drowning in water everyday.
Water.
Is the one true purifier of this world,
It helps wash away dirt and sin.
Water.
The reason my little brother died,
Drowned in the swimming pool because the grownups weren't watching and I couldn't yet swim to save him.
I watched him try to keep up and i screamed for help but.. My voice was gone.
I was frozen.
Water freezes.
Water is the reason my brother died.
Water is the reason i cry at night,
The water slipping from my eyes while i lay in my bed.
Water.
How can it be so clean and purifying when it ripped my world apart!?
How can water be holy but yet so sinful?
I have imaginary friends that i talk to because I'm afraid to make real ones.
Afraid the water can't wash away the sins of yesterday, feeling like I don't deserve to have my sins removed.
I watched my brother die when i was 9,
His breath taken away by water.
Water,
Is just an excuse for my sins.
Because nothing can wash them away, except bourbon whiskey and a bottle of pills
This is not a true story. My friend gave me a random topic to write a poem about and the topic was water... So here it is XD enjoy