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Title: the conclusion

by Andrew from Northern Ireland | in writing, poetry

drifting down the river
flowing with the current
watching the debree of your life
just flow by
you lean back
and let the current take you
staring at the sky
trying to take hope
but your getting battered
as the debree
the drift wood so to speak
hitting you on the way by
still staring at the sky
but its late
too late maybe
trying to take hope
from what i see in the stars
seeing the shapes in the heavens
the stars look like
things from the past
staring at them
remembering the bad
trying to forget it
trying to bring forth the good
but its no use
its morning again
i dont remember what happened during the night
but i remeber the pain
i hit the rapids
i get thrown about
i try to stay above the water
im under
i cant find up
i hit the bottom
its dark again
im on the shore
i look around
trees are overshadowing me
the moon is out
its full
i feel the best ive felt
in a long time
i see the stars again
and i see the good again
i look at the water
its clear
its slowed down
but my head hurts
i can see blood around
its morning
and i fell into the river again
the past few days
have been a blur
i find that im not moving
the river is going fast
but its shallow
i stand up
i wobble
but i lean aginst a tree
and look around
i see something in the undergrowth
something still
but it looks human
i cross the river to get to it
i reach the bank
i climb up it
and i look into the trees
yes theres definitly someone there
i recognise the face
its definitly a man
but he looks dead
cold
his lips are blue
skin as white as paper
i studdy the face
its so familiar
i grab his hand
trying to find warmth
i look into his eyes
those cold
dead eyes
i shake his body
he doesnt stir
he just lies there
i sit down beside him
i wonder what happened to him
i study his head
i see something on his arm
theres a cut
where his vein was
he bleed to death
i can see the ground around him
its all stained red
i step back in horror
i turn to the river and look into it
and now i know the man
i knwo the face i saw
it was me all along
i look at my arms
but their not there
im not actually here
but i cant be
im dead
i go back to my body
i see it
i remember now
why i started in the river
i went to sleep
to try and forget the pain
and i was in a river
but then im still sleeping
but its all going black
am i dead?
but i look at the body again
its definitly dead
and i look at its hand
theres something there
its a blade
a razor blade
i killed myself!

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