every day i write more of my note
the broken pieces of me come together to form my final farewell
it's a chandelier made from the fragments of my heartbreak and loneliness and ungodly fear of failure and rejection and every other ugly emotion that you're not allowed to talk about
it glimmers above my head and looks so beautiful to distract from everything else
carefully put together to be flawless and shine some kind of light on everything that made me who i am
my life is in shambles but the one thing i have is my note
i rattle it off in my head as comfort
because it's an out
it's my out
it will always be there to fall back on
my suicide note is my life's work
it's had multiple rewrites
i've scrapped the version i wrote when i was 9
i'm proud of it
but it's not finished yet
and that means i'm not finished yet
because this bitch still has
some life in her
for now
