This is a reflection piece on my previous suicidal time. You don't need to know much but this was after I moved from my "hometown" in California to Dayton, Ohio We moved in the winter time (kinda symbolic a little) and I had a very hard time adjusting and felt suicidal for a spell. I went to counselling and have no suicidal feelings anymore. Granted I get down and depressed a lot but that's normal. So read this if you want. Enjoy or not it is up to you.
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"I was a drop of oil"

I was out of place initially
No one stuck to me or up for me
So I had to protect myself
I sat at the bottom
Protected by my skin
From the unfriendly water around me
But the waters warmed
I branched out
Made friends and connections
It was great

Then I transferred to another container
The shock was real
It was cold
I was alone
I was at the bottom
I was a drop of oil
A single drop surrounded by unfamiliar waters
I couldn't feel any heat
The heat from before
Was replaced with bitter cold
And followed by darkness
I saw no way out
I was a drop of oil
In the bottom of the glass
I saw no one like me
I saw no way out
But then I thought:
"There is one way."

I was a drop of oil
About to grease the wheels of something big
Bigger than I could comprehend
The darkness was overwhelming
I wanted to see the light
But a wave scooped me up
Carried me to a refinement
And made me warmer
I saw clearly that there was light
Light had existed in the darkness
I was just too cold to see it
I followed the light and warmed up
Branched out
Made friends and connections
It was great

I was a drop of oil
But with heating became a part of something more
I was included
I was a drop of oil
Now, I am a part of the whole