TW- s*icide, selfh*rm



I step, helplessly, into the water.
My demented mind cannot focus on one thought.
The cold water compliments
the look of terror in my eyes.

My trembling body can't withstand
the coldness, as I can barely swim.
My pale, slightly bruised skin shines
in the deep, dark blue water.

I slowly take a breath. I start to
wonder. Why? Why take a breath for
it to be wasted. I suppose it's possibly
my last one.

I cherish my last breath and
give myself a moment of realization
and peace, for in my last moments,
only peace will accompany me.

I have decided my fate, my body
can't take anymore. I finally slowly
breathe in, contemplating all that has
led me to this, and so I dive in.

My vision underwater is blurred out,
I weakly swim downwards. In my vision,
I notice a few fish here and there.
I'll soon also be swimming, eternally.

The breath in my lungs is running out,
my chest starts to tense up.
Slight waves start to appear on the
surface of the water.

My last breath is pulling me
towards the surface, the waves
gently pushing my weak body
in their direction.

As I lose my breath, I'm able to
sink towards the bottom more and more,
but my last breath is not letting
me give up so easily.

I fight, trying to avoid the surface,
but as the waves get larger, it gets
harder to control oneself. I resist,
but the waves are stronger.

The water gets a grip on my neck,
as if being underwater wasn't enough.
Waves throwing me around, I can't
keep up with them.

All my breath is gone, my desires have been fulfilled. I'm slowly sinking
to the bottom, my arms following
my hopeless body.

There is no reason to plead for salvation,
for I have done this to myself. My
fate has been decided, and this is
where it led me to.

My wide open, lifeless eyes have
a sense of content and satisfaction.
I sink to the far bottom. I will now
forever be carried by the waves.




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