My mom told me to go to the sea whenever I felt sick

So here I am looking at the waters of the soul

The two creatures beside me guiding me through my last sorrows.

I turn to my friend "my dearest death, I hope you know you've never scared me. You have scarred me but I'd be glad to go" 

Life looks confused at me. "But sir, I gave you something to live for, I gave you love, creativity and friendship" 

"You did, and you also made me afraid of losing it again. You were a disappointment to me. I still have hope death might be a more truthful thing." 

Dearth looks at me "young man, you've never told me you wanted to go. You could've just said it." 

"I did, but you didn't seem to hear me when my wrists were cut open"

"Well at long last we arrive at the moment to listen" he reaches out his soft and gentle hand

Life looks at me. "Young innocent soul, have you never considered looking at the morning dew as it falls unto leaves or smell the flowers growing near your home? Have you never enjoyed life? Dont you want that, man of the sea?" 

I smile and shake my head 

"I'd like to end this pain, I want relief"

My last tears drop into the ocean, death did not disappoint. 

I felt free before going numb for the last time