My Suicide Note

Maybe one day I can die and be gone,
In the torment and pain I can't carry on.
Maybe one day this pain will end,
And heal all the wounds that simply won't mend.
One day my scars will finally heal,
Stuck in this world, unable to feel.
Through fire and ashes I am nearly dead,
With a heart made of iron and veins filled with lead.
My head is bloody, my heart is burnt,
Falling in despair and drowning in hurt.
No matter how hard in life I try,
How can I live in a world of lies?
This world is dying, this world is gone,
Say what you will, I can't carry on.
We're living, quietly bleeding,
Dying slowly, painfully breathing.
Not even alive, just an empty shell,
Come take me away from this treacherous hell.

by Kathy Liu

Comments (2)

Splendid piece fortelling the future generation.
Very nice work, Nick! I was in Holland last week - love that country!