I wish I was happy,

I wish life was better,

I wish I could throw,

Away my suicide letter.

A three page note

About why I must do it,

I know that I can,

I just don’t want to go through it.

I know life is a struggle,

I know life is hard,

Knife wounds heal,

But they leave me scarred.

I cut too deep,

Think I sliced my soul,

Which once was a diamond,

But I turned it black into a coal.

I know they will cry

But not for very long,

Replay it again,

But there’s an end to my song.

Eventually I’ll die

And eventually I’ll smile,

I think I was happy,

But there has been a while.

The birds are singing

And the water is falling,

In the middle of life,

Death is calling.

Dripping and dripping,

The water turns red,

Mixes with all the blood

All the blood I’ve bled,

The wounds are dry,

But they’re still wet,

Bleeding and bleeding

I haven’t ran out of blood yet.

Clenching my letter,

Blood dripping down my hand,

Watery death and pain

No one understands.

They don’t even bother,

I’m not worth the time,

I tried to end the pain,

So I guess that’s a crime?

Trasversed the hill,

Now I’ve to quit,

This is way too real,

My wrist has been slit.

Here is my note,

Read it and believe,

That I don’t want to stay.

Because I always want to leave.