This Is My Suicide.

It was a warm April morning,
With the sun and blue skies,
A gentle breathing breeze,
Flowing from way up high.

I stood outside watching,
The beautiful scent and view,
The feeling that it brought,
Made me feel whole and new.

Tears welled in my eyes,
As I touched this red rose.
My finger gently re-traced,
The petals which it growed.

I realized that this flower,
Is somewhat similar to me,
Very bold, strong, passionate,
But also hopeless and lonely.

Gently, I place it beside me,
As I look up into the sky,
Asking God to forgive me,
To what I'm about to try.

I put the braided noose
Around my solemn neck,
I have made my decision,
To leave this darkened wreck.

I sit on the edge for hours,
Praying and remembering,
My thoughts, my memories,
My family, friends, everything.

Carefully, I leave a note,
That I wrote last night,
Telling everyone I knew,
To love me, and hold on tight.

When I think it's time,
The gentle, soothing breeze,
Touches my crying face,
And feel it's time, to finally release.

Without a sound, or word,
I take one gasping breath,
Knowing that this is right,
For me to die my own death.

Now that I am ready,
This is my way to release.
A way to get rid of my pain,
And rest my life in peace.