Never Again
Moments ago suicide was the right course of action, now after, remains of irrational thoughts, why must I have these thoughts of vulgar actions done upon my very own body. The suddenness of pressure that falls down like a mighty hammer clutched by the mightiest of men, why must I crumble to the pressure brought on to me by others.
It sickens me to be so used like a plastic bag left out in the wind. I call out like the howling of wolves, “come to me for I am dead”. Not a single whisper nor hand sent my way, for I am left with nothing but a single jar filled to the brim with unsettled grief.
No longer will I stand beaten by waves one after another. I will take charge to tell the sea “ So long, for I no longer need the breeze to sooth me, no longer do I need the salt that fills me only to drain me of my very life”.
No longer will I take direction from the wicked wind.
For I am free.
