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His Suicide Note.

His Suicide Note - Clariyah

His suicide note

Dear Father,

I wonder if you hear me, my screams not loud enough to wake the people that are near me. I am one of many, many who fallin' victim but see I'm losing faith and the people? They don't listen. I feel as all my soul has already left my body as I tremble in the cold I wonder if they are sorry, sorry? Those words I never did hear a lot, I seem to be your son more than my father's, he forgot. I wonder if I am worthy of this mission you called life cause see I'm walking down this road but I don't understand the hype and as I encounter problems with most of you human life I can't help to lose the stamina to fight for what is right. Cause I see wrong, wrong in the way that they preach religion but sin every time they judge somebody who's different wrong in a way that the color of our skin defines wether or not we deserve recognition wrong that my sister feels she doesn't fit in because every magazine claims you have to be thin wrong because two wrongs never made a right so am I wrong? State of my opinion.

I'm only 16 but the world's my position, I blame society for putting me in this position because hate is taught and hate is what led me to this condition. I often wondered, actually I wonder a great deal of why I cut so deep but I still not feel I mean I feel the cuts but I don't ever feel alive it's like I see people living and I'm just waiting on mine. So do you hear me now?! As I lay here silent, I never imagined the world could be so violent. I am one of many bodies who were fine forgotten by the world and simply left behind because hate everybody saw nobody stopped hate torns and hits that I cupped hate told I'm a freak cause I'm not hate, until my body finally dropped, hate. And now every word they wish they never said is the reason why my mother has to walk in on her son dead and this could've been prevented but the hate didn't stopped and you could call me everything but weak? I am not, weak is the people who stood there and did nothing weak is the reason hate is still something, weak is not me, weak is not I or I told the truth and weak seem to lie. So I'm writing this letter in hopeless and faith, the weak will regain a strength some day and maybe, just maybe if held in the right hands this letter could be read by someone who understands. And even though I wouldn't dare to write my name, I'm hoping that this letter spoke a change and if somebody's lying cold maybe spark up a flame. Stop playing with people's lives cause it's here it's never a game, change.