The sound of the waves crashing inside the mind as it continues to short circuit, the desperate need for somebody to save you but knowing only you can do such a troubled task. Only you hold the power that’s needed for the tasks ahead. Even as the waves crash into you leaving you down and winded. You can stop it, at least that’s what you tell yourself but as the waves come down harder every time, you struggle to rise above the waves and soar into the sky as a forgotten feather in the early morning sun. Watching as fallen rose petals remain untouched forever stained with the darkness that plagues the world
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The thoughts of a suicidal person
PoetryPoems and short stories of depression, loneliness, anger, and loss.
