I see warning signs telling me to watch out since it’s not safe but dangerous by this pier.
But still, I’m here and I don’t care about stupid rules anymore.
So I walk onto those slippery moss- stained rocks with my bare feet,
Seagulls are screaming at me in serious need;
They are making my eardrums bleed,
So I can’t hear anything anymore,
Not even the sharp whistle from the beach lifeguard.
I’m faking a smile while I’m trembling and shivering,
Soon enough my pale hands are covered in fresh blood and I don’t feel good.
The seawater is biting in the wounds on my limbs, legs, arms and in my lips..