I know who's going to pull the trigger,
And I'm just dimly waiting.
The switch to my light, has malfunctioned.
It doesn't work anymore. . .
Ellipsis. . .
...
Anyway,
Just in case you're wondering.
It's me.
It's funny,
Cause when the last person you expect it to be.
Ends up being the one,
God I could just kill myself.
Absolutely no pun intended.
Okay, I know you're not supposed to use puns or any form of jokes in a suicide letter,
But, well...
This is a book,
and I can do whatever I want.
But I well,
Okay, I admit.
That might have been a little inappropriate, right?
Anyway, moving on.
This was suppose to be a poem.
Or is it "supposed" , with a 'D' ?
Well who cares.
Certainly not me, I stopped caring a while back.
11 was it?
Oh and if people want to make this book appropriate,
Well,
I might have made use of a few french words.
What am I kidding,
Shit, shit, fuck, fuck
Are not even french.
Wait...
Are they?
And moving on,
Once again. I do not care.
I've got this friend,
I think that she's pretty.
But she looks in the mirror,
And she sees what everybody sees.
I've got this friend and I think she can dance,
She sings pretty cool,
But she gave up the chance
To tell you how she feels.
And she's pretty smart,
It's not a mistake.
But she wanted to die,
and just turn away.
Cause they all think she's fine.
She could be something,
But felt close to nothing.
She gave up on life,
and she gave up on love.
I think I've said too much.
I've lost that friend because.
That friend was me.
(January 11, 2018)
