~ Suicide ~
As I sit here clutching a pen and only
A piece of paper for company I wonder
how I'm supposed to sum up 17 years
into one short letter.
My words are so jumbled that it appears
my tears tell more of a story along with
the occasional drop of blood than my mouth
ever could.
As my mind flickers fast between every person
I've ever loved I wonder silently who deserves
to make the cut. Sobbing so hard that it seems
for once my tears are louder than my mind.
My handwriting barley readable I wonder
whether it's worth leaving a note at all or if
my lifeless body and each individual cut will
be informative enough on their own.
Gradually I jot down the names of anyone who's
had a positive impact on my life. Even more slowly
I jot down the opposite. This will be the final thing
they see of me, the final reminder I was alive.
and so.. with that knowledge I be sure to include
everything I never said, everything I dreamt, felt
saw and lied about. Everything that was me,
everything they never got to see.
A letter.. one letter that sums up my entire
existence. One letter that lets my family and
friends know that they were really living with
a stranger and there was nothing they could
have down to save her.
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