Blue waves, pound onto the sand. I sit; watching, waiting, a blade in each hand. The stench of broken love, permeates the air. I begin to drift off, like I'm not even there. I see a man coming in from the sea. Hunched, starving and broken I realize this stranger is me. As he stands before me, dark clouds fill the skies. He begins to address me, with sad, tear-filled eyes. "When I was young, so much was expected. Then I grew older; so much given, so much I rejected. I served no function in this world's crowded whole. Just taking up area, like an unwanted mole. Then love caught me, took over my heart. Soulmates, Heaven's gates; she loved me from the start. Love's gone now, and with it my desire. She gave me reason to live, she set me on fire. So now here I am, life's unwanted shred. Ready to end this pain, to paint the sands red. It's such a shame", he says while his voice starts to crack. "We're all given one life; one chance, we never get back. 'Suicide is for Cowards', is what I always thought, but I've lost all strength, all courage; life's all for not. Call me weak, call me what you wish; I don't care. This pain, this life, this misery is all just too much to bear." So as he walks away, back to the sea, I realize the truth; the stranger is me. As the dark ocean waves cover his head, I take the razors, recalling what he said. Arm's length, deep slice, I paint the sand red...
Reason for writing:
fantisizing on a beach. Suicide
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