depression

She should't have went
Her wet hair
Dripping down her back
Her every crack and crevice
Cries for warmth
The footsteps are followed
The whispers in the sky
Drip drip
Her thoughts are foreign
It's like I can't breathe
With this sun shining

Her cloud
Hangs so low
Near her shredded hair

The cobalt blue sky
Washed out by steel gray
The birds lay dead
She shouldn't have went