The cold porcelain kisses my flesh
Water starts to flow
Slowly engulfing my body
My eyes close
Focusing on the feel of the water
The sound of my breathing
The bittersweet taste of wine lingers on my lips
I count backward from one hundred
The closer I get to zero
The closer I get to being completely submerged
I feel no fear
I feel nothing
Finally... release
The water stops and I hear one last drop fall
My eyes slowly open
The crimson water covers me
Light breaks through
And I finally let go
The pain disappears
No more tears fall
Peace has finally found its way to me
And I allow myself to drift away
About the Creator
Mercedes Chavez
Come with me, lets go on an adventure together, see the world through my eyes, let me paint a picture with my words, I promise you will be able to feel what I felt the first time I experienced it. Love, sadness and everything in between.
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If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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