There lay on the cold table
A wrinkle paper
Dear Friends this is the end.
The grand finale, My big ended
I'm tired of not being what the world wants.
Your to fat, now your to skinny
How should I go out?
Do I deserve to be punished?
Cuddle with a shot gun?
Get a blade cut the wrist and bleed slowly?
Something messy or something simple?
Not bearing to read her note I turn around.
My friend strung up on the roof.
the words this is how it ends on the back of the note.
She went out like that. Simple.
"You okay?" She brings me out of my daydream.
I tell her I'm fine.
But I'll never forget the time she told me of her almost suicide.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Sherri
PoesiaPoetry and Dear Sherri Letters by Me, Most of my inspiration comes from my bestfriend and my child hood with I still am going through child hood so let me just explain to you how my life and friends life feel enjoy
