Suicide Notes

The best times of

my life are the times when

I was little.

Innocence comes

and goes like day

changes to night. My

family was never complete

but my heart

was.

Key word being

was.

When I was

young, my only worries

were who I was

playing with that day.

Pb and J dreams

with my sticky little fingers.

Imagination ran

wild. It only lasted

so long

until reality slapped

me in my face

yelling at me

to look at the world

for what

it really was.

Where did my place

of love and

joy

go to?

I didn't like

reality, not at

all.

The first time I

knew what the blues

felt like

I was 13 years of

age. I plunged in without

consent. The blue

surrounded, chocked

me.

My mother took notice.

Are you okay

sweetie?

I answered back.

No. I feel like life has no meaning.

I can't

get out of

bed.

I feel like something

is pushing

me

back

down.

You may just be hitting

puberty.

It'll all

pass.

Boy was she wrong.

So

very

wrong