The Good place

The definition of suicide

Home renovations are a form of bold comedy.

Bold of them to declare the room empty.

Apparently, the furniture was moved already.

It's funny because we believe it.

And call it a remedy.

Death is a form of composite insulation.

Need to choke, spill, slit or, at least even vomit a few warm memories.

Protection from the once human, now ice.

Got to assemble in the hope that eventually the act loses its traction.

Suicide notes are a form of pointy letter openers.

Pointy enough to pry open your heart,

Directed at the real offender.

You might never need it, but you still need it

to fight the imposter.

Actually, scratch that.

A renovation is a renovation.

An unscrupulous attempt to hide your perversions.

Your "No pun-y puns" embargo on the door.

Aren't all puns puny? You're not sure.

Proofs of rare acrylic persistence on the front-end.

An idea was there but they're all abstract in the end.

Seventh-hand table from the fifteenth century.

Fifteen thousand clashes with your toe; The legs have an injury.

A cassette, an uncracked journal and a few other things behooved.

A list of all things they removed.

And succinctly

Death is death.

Yours is a mystery though.

Yellow barricades are not as weak as they show.

Pretty sure it wasn't a stabbing.

Would've definitely seen the butterflies with my name on it.

You can't buy a gun. You'd get lost in the technicality.

Either way, a bullet is too straight for your jagged personality.

A cold steel knife is mildly inconvenient.

You'd prefer to keep looking. Nothing imminent.

I presume you would've wanted to 'hang' - up your cape of positivity but

Guess it's too much for your vanity.

And that's why

A suicide note is a suicide note.

It's not a confession of sins.

Neither it is a bequeathing of vengeance.

It's not a writ of accusations.

Neither is a sacrificial declaration.

A suicide note is not definite.

It can never be specific to be pointy.

Sharp.

Why?

Years of ruminating over the edges.

Why?

You weren't sure.

Why?

Hope.

Hope isn't a candle.

It burns on both ends.

All ends.

It can fuel the will to live.

And prepare you for its absence.

Hope is a form of recreational drug.

Enough of it can be turned into will.

A little less and it goes for the kill.