It was an odd day
Water crashing against the sand
The sky cloudy dark and still
A day sure to exuded ones
feelings of indifference
Feeling not happy nor sad
Not anxious yet not at ease
Such an odd spot
Feeling nothing at all
I walk alone in the silence
I look at the reflection of the ocean
I see the fish jumping
I hear the seagulls hungry cries
Anything to relocate from the agony within
I find myself at the bridge
The water below, so beautiful, so blue
So inviting
I contemplate many things at this moment
The answer seems so simple
My eyes so glossy; so green
So beautiful, but dead
Can no one see I just wish to be heard?
I wonder the point of physically being alive
If I died inside so long ago
Right foot flat
Left heal raised
Toes arched like that of a ballerina
It is at the moment I am about to jump that I wonder
“If they didn’t care then, what is this going to change?”
Tears well up as I realize there is no winning
Even my own death would be a disappoinment
Because the point wouldn’t be understood
By the ones I wanted to care
The sadness of the truth is hard to accept
As I walk back to where this day began

Christina Bledsoe

Authors Comment:

I am not going to kill myself or even thinking about it, this is just something that came from who knows where, but here it is, don’t worry. Hope it’s worthy of reading

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