Finding themselves adrift among the waves of emotion
Lifted by the manic highs then dropped into the depressed lows
Oblivious to what used to be normal and peacefully flat
As they bobbed along, unable to control their emotional path
That was when they contemplated letting go and sinking into eternal oblivion to make it stop
Normally I don’t post more after a poem, but I want everyone to be careful. Most of the time we can float through our lives and manage what storms are sent our way. For some, they are ready to let go. If you are one of those wondering if it is worth holding on, please first call the suicide prevention hotline: 800-273-8255. It is worth that one last chance to find an anchor.
The phone was broken, but he was sick of buying new ones. He grabbed his screwdriver and contemplated how to attack the problem. It was probably beyond his ability, but he was damn good with a screwdriver. After drinking three of them it wasn’t fixed, but he didn’t care anymore.