Dear Mum

Dear Mum,

I know my body hanging from the ceiling has shocked you, but this world is just not my place. I've always been told one day I'm gonna kill myself and the world will be better, well now let's see I'm here hanging maybe dead maybe not only date decides this now. But mum I know you will make it through the night just hug you pillow tighter tell people I'm gone. Don't cry for me please, I wrote this short poem for you.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die.

I have to go now I'm running out of space and I can't bear this life, goodbye mum