Suicide Note: Last Request

These crimson lines along my arm
Are drawings that I create
Look closely and you’ll come to see
How they show you my life’s fate

I never wanted to end up this way
But there’s not much I can do
Cutting is my way of coping
With everything I’ve been through

I run my hand over the cuts on my arm
And up around the bend
This life of mine is too messed up
This life shall come to an end

I’m sick of living in this world
I’m sick of this screwed up life
I don’t want to have to worry
Or keep living with all this strife

I don’t want to be so fake
And always wear a disguise
I don’t want to stain my face
By the tears that flow out of my eyes

I don’t want to hide the scars
Or the crimson trails on my arm
I don’t want to give up my blade
Or stop my continuing self-harm

I hope I made it clear to you
Why I no longer want to hold on
All the faith and hope I had
No longer exists, it’s gone

This poem started off as a simple rhyme
Like all the other poems I wrote
But now it’s changed into something else
It’s changed into my suicide note

I’ve waited for my life to change
I’ve given it some time
But nothing changed so my last resort
Is this suicidal crime

I’ll dig this blade into my skin
Like Danielle did once before
I’ll watch the blood flow out of me
As I begin to bleed some more

I’ll lay down on the floor so cold
And look at my wrists cut deep
Soon I’ll be just a memory to you
After I enter my never-ending sleep

I’m sorry but this is my only way
To escape all the pain inside
I only have just one request
Please lay me by Danielle’s side

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