First I write
"To whoever finds me, I'm sorry"
I've been planning this letter for days
Writing and re-writing it
Over & over
Next I write
"I was never enough
For anyone"
Splotches of water blur the words
But I realize
They're my tears
I carry on writing
"It's my time to leave
It's my time to die
I don't want to stay here
With my demons
No more, no more
I can't do this anymore
I'm sorry, goodbye."
I step up to the edge & breathe
The last breaths I'll ever take
I look at the water beneath me
Like a mother does her child
Full of a certain softness
Then, I fly
Spreading my arms
Letting the wind caress my face
Carrying me down to my final escape
So much suffering
No more, no more
When the ice blast of water tears at me
I cry out in shock
It fills my lungs
Filling me to the brim with with ice
My eyes slowly close
No more, no more
Forever.
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Collection of the dark days
PoesíaWarning these will be either depressing or uplifting. Read at your own discretion