SUICIDE NOTE

It's no ordinary note
That I hold between my fingers
Black ink screaming words
Damp spots still linger

In it I say
How much I hate everyone else
How much I hate this world
How much I hate myself

I tell whoever I'm writing to
How much my life was a movie
A sad, dramatic film
With no happy ending

And I created one.
The one I wished most
My knife would help
Maybe now my enemies would boast

How piece by piece,
I was taken apart
Each fragment of me stolen
The last, the middle, the start

In the end
I was left only two
A broken piece of glass - sorrow
And a shard of anger; my reisdue

Complain, I did not.
Speak up, I refused.
Lash out - Never!
They only mentally abused.

The physical I did myself
Pent-up emotions haywire
Water worked with warmth. like tears
Blood boiled, anger on fire.

I was hated.
By others, by myself.
This cruel world created
Could work by itself.

I cared no longer.
Not even of my friends of family.
I only longed for my happy ending;
My final plea.

And in my letter,
All this has been written.
My final words unspoken,
My last exhibition.

I'm dieing, I know.
All that's lost could create a shadowed moat
Every last words, thought, and feeling
In my Suicide Note.

Will they find me?
Will they find it?

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