Suicide

Suicide grows closer each day
It seems to be the only thing in my life that gives me hope
A release from things beyond my control
A separation from people who are so self-absorbed that all they care about is themselves
A permanent retirement from a job that has taken half my life
An ending to too many bills and not enough money

The mailman will stuff bills in my mailbox day after day with no one to empty it, he will assume I am on vacation
My neighbors who never speak will notice no difference
Those who use me will wonder why I don't answer the phone while trying to find someone else to use
The doctor who treats my pain will assume I got well

Uncle Sam will be the only one who will miss me when he wonders where my taxes are
As my ashes float down Mountain Creek the fish will look at them and wonder, "Who's that?"

It will be the end of something bad, life; giving way to something good, Eternity!