Trigger Warning:
The following poem contains mention of Death, suicide and other actions that might trigger some readers. Please continue with caution.
"It doesn't matter if it's in the sea or just a tub,
Because by the time I'm through with it I'll finally be done.
To stick around is but a mortal's torture in disguise,
But me, yes I, would love to find that hidden paradise.
Yes, all the times that I have walked among the living here,
I've felt alone with nothing left but thoughts of dread and fear.
But I know that if I go I'll finally be free,
To wander the world forevermore in that land beneath the sea.
So as the water fills my lungs and I begin to gasp for air,
I think to myself it will be worth it after all of the hurt and despair.
And I know that I will wake up in a place that's welcoming and nice,
As I drown myself and and hope to find
My underwater Paradise."
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Short Stories
General FictionI love writing. More than anything else in the world. It's always been a way for me to express myself. This little book will contain a few of the short stories and poems I have created. I hope others enjoy the works I have created, along with findin...
