In a sea of loneliness we wash away the hours and time seems to keep going on forever , but how can I know in the
middle of a boat in the middle of the sea of loneliness. Where time stops and begins, at points I look out and I want to
cry for fear people will find me or that people will hate me so I don’t move from the middle of this boat in the middle of
the sea of loneliness. At time I want to cry but the only thing that comes of trying is the red color of my heart pouring out.
Every day I think of my mistakes and hate myself, for the things that go on in my head make me sick.
When I think of stupid things and even bad thing I look in the mirror and want to kill myself for thought of being alone was too much I wont be here to see my rescue but maybe someday I know I will find salvation I am scared to death of what’s waiting for me.
Every day I stare out the boat in the middle of the sea of loneliness and all I sea every day is the wide spreading blue sea.
It seems I will suffer an eternity here alone for nobody cares and thus nobody knows about me or my tale of misery. For a message in a message
a bottle will be my only escape for this place my last chance to end my fate. Maybe someday people will find my body at the bottom of the sea with a message in a bottle telling you all about me.