I died that day, jumping off that building.
The police have no clue why.
My parents are weeping, in tears and sorrow.
Their only son had died.
They lament, and can only wonder,
Why I did such a terrible thing.
But this death tis' relief and satisfaction
Compared to what life to me did bring.
It brought me nothing but sadness and sorrow.
It brought me anger and jealousy and hate
It brought me nothing that I could love and hold on to
It brought me to my death and to my fate.
If my parents (bless their hearts) ever see this,
They shall then truly know why I died,
Why my death was such relief and satisfaction
Why, of this world, I was so terrified.