Someone once said that even the villain is the hero of their own story. Yeah, that’s a bunch of…
Sorry. I’m not usually that crass. I prefer to be in control. Total control. That’s why I am leaving this recording. I don’t want myopic historians researching me to think I was lucky or a bumbling opportunist. This will be the witness to my greatness, especially since no one else is capable of fully comprehending what I am about to do without me helping by giving you this simplified commentary. Sit back and marvel at the mind of an unmitigated genius.
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.