Bottom Of the Sea.
I am going down, way, way down to my final resting place where I will never be found
There are no more cheeky naughty smiles on the face of this clown, if I have planned it right it should look like I have accidentally drowned.
The world I live in is no longer a safe place for me to be, I'm going to swim with the fish is in the Big Blue Ocean Sea.
I have run all the ideas in my head about the best and easiest ways to die, but I didn't want to leave anyone a mess to clean up when I commit suicide.
Even in my darkest thoughts it is others I always put first, I hope they have some understanding and don't just brush it away has something simply absurd.
If there happens to be anybody who misses me when I am finally gone, i am sorry if it distresses you but it is something that must be done.
My well-prepared plan I have given much thought and reflection, all I need now is the courage to put my plans into action.
Then the chains will be cut, weight lifted, problems will be resolved as I am set free, I wish a fond farewell as I drift to the bottom of the sea.
Nataiella July (2021).
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Tobani / Nataiella (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Speaks for itself, in darker days
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To Natalia 2021, I`ve sent this letter back in time, which begs the question, can the past be changed, too? It`s been said in diverse places around the planet that suicides face even more suffering when they reach the other side.
Suicide will not set you free. However, imagination, when awakened, can. These are not empty words. I have been to the edge myself.
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