(a/n : this is a poem of my own creation so i would appreciate it if you could not send any hate please. i am NOT a professional at this but i tried, thank you.)
i'd write a note
not a letter, a note
no one writes suicide letters
why?
because no one says good bye, expecting to continue the convocation
no one expects a response to their last words
they're final
good byes are forever
id write a note
explaining why
saying good bye
not asking for a reply
this is suicide
not something you can hide
i don't need to confide
ill admit i might of lied
and maybe i could've tried
a bit harder and survived
but there were times that i strived
and tried
to stay alive
this is better than being hospitalized
because i was unable to disguise
how i felt inside
and it was all so hard to describe
no longer able to divide
the inside
from the outside
my mind going into overdrive
i was petrified
of man kind
and what they would advise
i don't know when these thoughts materialized
but suddenly all of my emotions seemed to collide
a lot of people say that, of death, they are terrified
but i don't think they realise
or maybe they do recognise
but choose to try
and let it subside
because those feelings aren't ones that are supposed to be advertised
but i don't understand why
problems don't just vaporise
they stay by our side
and are nearly impossible to hide
so why are we judged by the size of our thighs
or the things we conceal inside
i think it must be a matter of pride
because we always manage to provide
ways to divide
man kind
that could be why so few of us survive
afraid of being chastised
or despised
by our own kind
maybe that's why we decide
to provide
opinions we've almost revised
out of fear of being scrutinized
so what's so wrong with suicide
if no ones ever going to be satisfied
by the things you achieve whilst youre alive
at least let me decide
when and how to say my good byes
for all you know, this could be my time
i don't intend to mime
happiness or fake my prime
because its already been a long climb
and that might've been fine
if the decision to stay was mine
don't get me wrong, I'm not usually one to whine
so maybe it is a sign
that things are starting to fall into line
maybe its time that i tried
to undermine
the story line
and write my own tale
of how my skin got pale
as i grew frail
hiding behind a mask, a veil
I'm so sorry to bale
but i cant pretend this is a fairy tale
and you must admit the signs were quite tell tale
so its not my fault if you fail
to recognise the hints that didn't quite make your priority mail
the ones on the minor scale
I'm growing weak and pale
as it became harder to inhale
and exhale...
so now i set sail
up a heavenly trail
leaving a note
not a letter
a note
because i promise you it is very hard to keep pen pals where I'm going.
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