I remember the day that you left,
You tied rocks to your ankles in all the commotion.
They told me you had gone to find a new world,
A happy place underneath the great ocean.
I guess you must like your newly-found home,
With those silver fish from those silver tins,
Because even though each day, I tell the sea 'I miss you',
I haven't seen you since.
YOU ARE READING
The Catalyst To My Goodbye
RandomPoetry, probably some literature, and a whole lot of mess. Warning: themes of depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, sexual/domestic abuse, death, anxiety and loneliness.
