Love's Sea ...see?
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  • Parts 11
  • Time 11m
Complete, First published Jul 05, 2020
Mature
Captive Reader-
I've a Secret to tell...
Lean in close now,
I don't wish to yell.
Not through my voice,
It is silent now.
Instead-
Let this pen and this ink tell you how...
Listen raptly, you may yet learn and see
Something about how I came to be
Inside out;
In a Sanguine Sea.

~Few notes: first, you should know that this poem is one of several that are ACTUAL suicide notes. I wrote this in my darkest time, and truly intended to go though with it this time. Perhaps the only things that saved me was.. 1. the length of this bloody thing (the time it took to write everything all out).. 2. the fact I felt compelled to get my affairs in order first.. 3. (and arguably most important) I got CAUGHT! (ugh). So thankfully, my plans were thwarted, and here I am, able to share this monumentally dark period of my Life.

~the reason I am sharing this is NOT to advocate suicide people. As with all/most of my work- I wish only to share the PAIN, LONELINESS, DESPAIR, ANGST, etc that causes these darkest of thoughts and desires. If I can show even ONE person that they are not alone in the dark, then this poem will have served it's purpose.

~This poem will likely be quite triggering for some people. If you are suffering terribly, battling the dark, then this poem will either help you know that you are not alone.... OR it will send you over the edge. Please read responsibly. If you feel that this type of thing will only make you worse, then PLEASE do not read. I will be marking this particular poem as MATURE for this reason. (there is no sex, typical violence, etc in this piece)

~the original art for the cover came from the website loverofsadness.net  I do not own the copyright to this photo. I edited it.   *nor do I own any of the pictures inside the book*

~Please make sure to check out the last chapter- it is my 'victory dance' of surviving this dark chapter in my life.

~the copyright to all words is of course, mine. (like all my original poetry)
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