The Suicide Note

The pain and suffering is too much to bare.

To no other pain it does compare.

My heart aches and my stomach heaves.

It is now time for me to leave.

Floods of tears run down my cheeks.

As I scream minutes feel like weeks.

Depression has taken away all my hope.

I am drowning and I just can't cope.

With all that is running through my head,

I cannot take it, I would rather be dead.

The weight of life; too heavy on my shoulders,

I don't want to live or get any older.

I'm living a nightmare, I'm already in hell.

I cannot live like this, I know I am not well.

I have nothing left to offer and I have no fight left,

So I'm writing this to you on the day of my death.

My life has no benefit on this earth,

Until today, from the day of my birth.

The world will be better off without me.

Please do not grieve, in peace is where I will be.

My soul is nothing more than a wilting flower.

I'm afraid of the world, but for suicide I'm no coward.

I curl up and I'm continuing to cry,

I am getting my wish that I wish to die.

You may not understand why this must be,

But that's OK, I don't want you to see.

But I'm glad its wasn't you who suffered so.

Now it is my time to go.

Blood pours from my wrists caused by my own blade,

Slowly I begin to feel myself start to fade.

This is the end for me my dear,

I'm suffering but I do not fear.

These are the final words I will write;

Finally I can say, goodnight.