Suicide Note

It wasn't your fault,
I did this to myself.
Look for my letters,
They're on the shelf.

I wrote to any1,
I thought cared.
Notice that no,
Ink was shared.

That's f'in right,
I wrote to no1.
But now it's time,
To reach for my gun.

And as I pull the trigger,
I will think of my life.
And how for so many years,
I was enlightened by a knife.