Suicide Note #1
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
504
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Suicide Note #1
Ok at first this started as a list, then it soon turned into a journal. This is what goes through my mind when im feeling suicidal, plzz r and r and feel free to drop me a message saying im nuts. Love yas!
Suicide Note #2
I feel useless in this world, im failing school, I know im stupid. I cant keep my problems straight. It used to be good times w/ family and friends, none its gone and I feel for good. I cant seem to be happy in life; im only truly happy when I think about my death. I have no one to really turn to; no shoulder to cry on. Everyone I used to have and love is gone. There will always be my best friend, but she would surely tell on me. When it comes to mom, she would send be to hell, the hospital again. The thoughts of laying in my bed, korn playing in my stereo, curtains closed, my room pitch dark, the cigarette slowly burning in the tray next to me, my mind spinning while I hold the empty bottles of pills. Then I drop the bottles and pick up the blade. I slice up and down along the vein on my arms, the blood flowing down my arms and staining my sheets, the warmth of it quickly leaving like everything else, leaves me cold. My mind starting to blurr, my vision is quickly leaving, and my breath in small gasps. I feel death taking over me, my troubles goen in the world, I see the light and welcoming embrace it, my last thought of life is, peace. that’s how I imagine my death, peace and my troubles leaving me. Im not afraid of death, Death is my dark angel of peace, I welcome and embrace it death like a mom whos lost child has just been found…alive. People say they will miss me, but im tired of caring, that’s their problem, not mine. Im tired of living and struggling for a happiness that will never come to me…until death falls upon me. I try to keep my thoughts straight and happy, but they then turn suicidal and angry, angry at those who don’t or cant understand my reasoning. I know others may have a worse life than mine, but that’s their problems, I’ve learned not to play attention to other problems, just mine. I know with suicide, my soul will wonder on, but who knows, then I may be happy; there’s only one way to know…to die. I don’t consider this a suicide note, just a list of my feelings for others to read, maybe then they will understand more and try to get me help, but that wont work. Im to far into my own death. All I want is death, yet im torn between that and living. Which is peace? Which is happiness? Im not sure.
-moonblood
I don’t mean for this to be an example for others to follow, so plzz don’t. this is my thoughts and not yours to follow. For there are others in this world who do love you, I just cant come to grips with that, but I need to. If anyones reading this and feeling the same, feel free to contact me. My yahoo messenger is punkass_skeeter. And my email address is bloody vixen@aol.com<--that is also my aim name to. Plzz fell free to contact me and we may discuss our problems together.
Suicide Note #2
I feel useless in this world, im failing school, I know im stupid. I cant keep my problems straight. It used to be good times w/ family and friends, none its gone and I feel for good. I cant seem to be happy in life; im only truly happy when I think about my death. I have no one to really turn to; no shoulder to cry on. Everyone I used to have and love is gone. There will always be my best friend, but she would surely tell on me. When it comes to mom, she would send be to hell, the hospital again. The thoughts of laying in my bed, korn playing in my stereo, curtains closed, my room pitch dark, the cigarette slowly burning in the tray next to me, my mind spinning while I hold the empty bottles of pills. Then I drop the bottles and pick up the blade. I slice up and down along the vein on my arms, the blood flowing down my arms and staining my sheets, the warmth of it quickly leaving like everything else, leaves me cold. My mind starting to blurr, my vision is quickly leaving, and my breath in small gasps. I feel death taking over me, my troubles goen in the world, I see the light and welcoming embrace it, my last thought of life is, peace. that’s how I imagine my death, peace and my troubles leaving me. Im not afraid of death, Death is my dark angel of peace, I welcome and embrace it death like a mom whos lost child has just been found…alive. People say they will miss me, but im tired of caring, that’s their problem, not mine. Im tired of living and struggling for a happiness that will never come to me…until death falls upon me. I try to keep my thoughts straight and happy, but they then turn suicidal and angry, angry at those who don’t or cant understand my reasoning. I know others may have a worse life than mine, but that’s their problems, I’ve learned not to play attention to other problems, just mine. I know with suicide, my soul will wonder on, but who knows, then I may be happy; there’s only one way to know…to die. I don’t consider this a suicide note, just a list of my feelings for others to read, maybe then they will understand more and try to get me help, but that wont work. Im to far into my own death. All I want is death, yet im torn between that and living. Which is peace? Which is happiness? Im not sure.
-moonblood
I don’t mean for this to be an example for others to follow, so plzz don’t. this is my thoughts and not yours to follow. For there are others in this world who do love you, I just cant come to grips with that, but I need to. If anyones reading this and feeling the same, feel free to contact me. My yahoo messenger is punkass_skeeter. And my email address is bloody vixen@aol.com<--that is also my aim name to. Plzz fell free to contact me and we may discuss our problems together.