Half a decade in that was all I needed, all the time it took to see the world was an insult to me.
Was I cursed at birth to live on the brink of death? Trapped in this trance until Poseidon's realm pulls me to its depths?
My pursuits to meet him have gone astray. Countless trials that end one way: under bright lights, in a hospital gown, tubes, tests, nurses pinning me down, and a hundred voices asking me why Why oh why did I want to die? Well I was muting the agony, executing my destiny, see daylight please, it's meant to be. You can't stop me.
And Plath said it best I do it well, my scars could attest.
Perhaps I'm not as strong as my mother once thought, by her god's design I was built-in wrong. My own echo whispers “You never did belong” Neither here nor there, or anywhere.
I fear I am nature's mistake. For the hands of fate, I must partake in this sacrifice to begin my demise. This shouldn't come as a surprise.