The Beautiful Things at the Bottom of the Sea - The Ghosting Sea

One day, one day you will be gone and the world will continue. Ghosts don't live in the sea. They swoop in beore you take the plunge into the sea, through one ear collecting your heart, mind and soul while exiting out the other ear without even having the decency to say goodbye. Leaving you lost and empty. You were left feeling very vulnerable, yet if you go and look for answers you will look like the crazy one. Why do people protect ghosts? It's always the same cliché answer they give "it's not you it's them". That's such a copout, an easy way for people to show some kind of BS compassion. Being ghosted feels like you will never learn from the mistake that was made. Being told to fuck off is a form of communication. And that is so much stronger than to be ignored. Ghosting makes a person feel as if there's dynamite constantly exploding inside their body and there's nothing that they can do to stop it. And their brain feels like it's drowning in sea water. They start thinking irrational thoughts and assumptions. Then they start doing things without thinking. Why did you jump off the smallest building downtown? Why didn't you enjoy nine more seconds of soaring through the air by jumping off the tallest building downtown? You probably had enough time to do a flip. You can never really guess what somebody is thinking or assuming. However by jumping off the smallest building there is a better chance you will survive. And perhaps you're seeking attention afterwards, that is if you survive. The deepest darkest depths of the ocean could be the scariest places to be. You are drowning and you cannot see. Will you survive? The deepest darkest parts of the sea can in fact hold precious treasure that no one will ever see. No ghosts will ever harm you here. If you have jumped off the small building then perhaps you haven't gone deep enough. Remember to match the color the ocean to the color of your soul. Picture your self at the bottom of the sea, you don't have much air to survive, but you know you must do some thing and thinking about something. You let all the negative parts of your mind go away, they are free to float away into the sea. You crack a smile, your eyes blank and tiny little bubbles form in the crevice of your eyelids. Nobody can see that you're happy, you are finally free. Nothing will hurt anymore. You don't care to escape because you know the outcome. You have never had an easy life, but someone else has always had it worse than you. So fuck your feelings, they don't matter and eventually everyone will get sick of hearing about them. You feel your body sink as your feet plunge to the bottom of the seafloor. You quickly think about people and things that made you happy at one time. Nobody knows how long you've been sad for and nobody cares. There's always somebody sadder. But before you met this ghost, you were happy. With your last ounce of breath you say...............