Goodbye ‘Marine Island’

Why is it that no one understands me? or knows where I’m coming from?

it’s like I speak another language that is still let to learn.

I don’t want to be a narcissist specially because I don’t like to talk about myself,

 instead I like to bottle up my feelings like a glass sea bottle, with a long pirates note

I’m all alone out at sea with the tiny note that has been put into a bottle. And left to be given to the unknown....

I’m drifting by myself and my thoughts are as loud as ever before

I can finally say what I’m feeling,

and thinking out at sea on the bottom of the oceans floor.

As I elegantly sway and swirl past islands, fishes and crabs....I suddenly go silent.

Like I did on the ‘Marine Island’ where I was left. 

Im slowly drifting away

I wish I could make it easy 

for others around me to love me 

I do nothing but put them through hell!

Now that I’m out here alone with only the big ocean to keep me company.

I’m drifting further and further away,

from my loved ones

I’m no longer seeing the sand horizon, 

I now know. No one can help. 

My feet are being dragged by heavy bolts through the riptide; wave after wave

crash after crash

I start to get use to the drowning 

and my head exploding.

now still from this day,

I question how are things with my loved ones on the ‘Marine Island’? 

Are they coping with me gone? 

....I hope so.