Pink converse,
white tights,
And she's just hanging there.
I don't dare disturb her,
because somehow I knew
She wasn't real.
(My Mind Questions It)
So I peek...
Peek under the stall door,
to see nothing in it's place.
A tile floor.
Something thick,
it's covering every inch.
But, it is naked to my eyes.
The air is heavy.
Breathing in dense fog
and nothing comes out.
Who was she,
and why would my Hallucination be her death?
In suicide.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
Pink converse,
white tights,
And she's just hanging there.
I don't dare disturb her,
because somehow I knew
She wasn't real.
(My Mind Questions It)
So I peek...
Peek under the stall door,
to see nothing in it's place.
A tile floor.
Something thick,
it's covering every inch.
But, it is naked to my eyes.
The air is heavy.
Breathing in dense fog
and nothing comes out.
Who was she,
and why would my Hallucination be her death?
In suicide.
November 13, 2015.
(Most recent hallucination/vision)
I went into the girls bathroom,
And as I walked into the second stall...
I see pale pink converse .
I could see through the wall that separated us,
the shoes connected to legs... but that was it.
(She) was only visible from the knee down.
(She) had white tights on.
The pale pink shoes step up, on the toilet.
Turned and leaped off,
but (Her) feet never touched the ground...
Today I saw a (Girl),
In pink Converse and white tights.
Hang (Herself),
In the third stall of the girl's bathroom.
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