Alone in Solitude

I walked outside, and was met with this garden full of life, full of saturated colours it was the only place I've seem in almost forever that didn't appear monotone to my vision years of built up trauma to be met with silence here it was a place where I could find closure a safe haven from all my problems the garden spoke to me and I spoke back subtle whispers telling me to do it to accept my fate in suicide and find embrace within solitude for an eternity and with no second thoughts I knew what to do the night before I took a bunch of pills before overusing my medication and cutting my wrists now I have opened my eyes and realise that the garden never even existed here I am... writing my final goodbye on the edge of this cliff, on this bench nobody would ever begin to understand nor would I really expect anyone to it's just a shame, to live my life thinking that maybe someone would notice me knowing that's only a dream I look over the cliff and at the vast horizon of a blissful blue sea and as I take this leap I become submerged within the depths as I sink to the bed of the ocean floor I think to myself this would be a wonderful way to go...