6 ft. Under

July 24, 2009
By Isabel Cortez BRONZE, Napa, California
Isabel Cortez BRONZE, Napa, California
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There's a point when you feel that everything you've done was for nothing.

A moment in time when you feel your words, your emotions, your intentions are hollow.

In a fraction of a second, you question your being, your purpose.

You do this with the weight of the world on your shoulders.

With every step you sink deeper and deeper, and find yourself further and further from the light of day.

Everywhere you look, a dead end. Everywhere but down. 6 ft. under.

A world of opportunities. Lifeless. Much like the present. Vacant. Temporary or permanent.

For once, you have control of your actions, your feelings. What will it come down to?

You can only feel so empty,
You can only feel so numb.

And the pain... Its reached its peak, with no sign of its decline.

You can choose to end it. All of it.
Your easiest way out will be the hardest for the rest of us.

Your pain, your agony has ceased,
And ours has just begun.

Perhaps you didn't see our arms reaching out to you.
Perhaps we didn't reach far enough.

You've no ounce of regret, for your soul has gone elsewhere, everso graciously.

Oceans of regret fill the eyes of those who loved you.
They'll slowly escape in the form of tears.

And forth they shall go, to shower your soul, with everything you lacked.

The author's comments:
This piece was written after the death of a classmate.

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