Opened Chest, Open Heart.

A short poem about a suicide letter. (trigger warning) Interpret it how you want, but it came from the idea of an wooden treasure chest. It has some pretty heavy things, so I'm going to to say trigger warning(?)As always, suicide is never the answer, but this poem is just my perspective.(I'm not suicidal, these are just my thoughts.) It's also my first story, so sorry if it's really bad.