The blue s t r e t c h e d Out skies
Peace and beauty of the stones I stacked
Perfectly set into stone
I step into my coffin and begin to tie all the burdens I’ve had
I let the water overwhelm my body and take me under
No more pain and anxiety, not even any bloodshed
equal to a blank my lungs begin to fill
Flooding and overwhelmed
The urge to swim back up taunts me
Trying to swim is painfull
The rope rubs and my lungs sting
But what I’ve done is done.
My ankle attached to a weight that pulls at my leg
Looking into the deep blue, peacefull sea of life.

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