I wrote a suicide letter before

by TheDarkCloudBehindthePoet   Jun 12, 2013


I wrote a suicide letter before

I remember it like it was yesterday,
the feeling of a warm summer breeze blowing against my face, as I sat in a rocking chair on my grandmother's porch, wondering why life couldn't be this simple,
not a negative thought in my mind, just taking in the scenery one last time,
having a near-life experience,

Ignoring my mission just for a few moments to admire Mother Nature's beauty and to feel her touch,
I pick up a pen and paper that had been in my lap since I sat down ten minutes ago,
and I begin to write the last works of my life,
hoping to cleanse my soul with my testimony,

No tears to stain my less than spectacular hand-writing,
I've never been so calm up to that point,
hoping my family would understand why I did it when they read my words,
words from a man who had enough,

No more heartache and swallowing my pride,
The lack of people, who cared about me and could careless,
The name calling when I try to express myself,
The monster will finally be gone,

I finish my letter and place it in a hidden pocket in my jeans,
breathing in the fresh air and rubbing the sun's rays on my face,
I got into my car that was handed down to my from my aunt a year before,
and drive to my destiny, the rest is history.

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