[Lenox]

Kill myself once, can’t do it again.
the depressions eating me alive even with a roof over head.
so I call the sea my friend even though so distant. Seashell up to my ear. Heavens notification. Home is where the heart is even though it isn’t.
Life’s dips and hills drowning my sense of self quickly. but If I die, all I ask is I bring my memories with me.
dump my ashes by the sand, now my memories are with my family and friends.
life’s blackness contradicts that it never ends.
Because what if I slit my throat right now and this cry for help never sends?
.. slowly fading away, I’m a box of memories in the heart of the Atlantic.
Thought process manic, my souls crescent planted