Unspoken

Dear Santa,

Dear Santa,

All I want now is a new blade,

The sharp, ridgy, and pointed one,

And I am ready to share that with my pulse.

Dear Santa,

All I want now is a high, elevated building,

Where I can jump all out,

And there will be no chance of living.

Dear Santa,

All I want now is a silent killer,

Who can kill me silently,

Who can kill me straight to hell.

Dear Santa,

All I want now is a sweet poison,

That I can drink comfortably without any bitter taste,

And so I can die with a sweet face.

Dear Santa,

All I want now is a quiet burial,

In which no one will cry,

And no one will pretend that they care.

Dear Santa,

All I want now is a help,

Please help me to sleep,

To sleep forever.