Suicide Note

by Elliott Lica   Apr 25, 2009


I have nothing left to give this life,
I gave it my everything, I gave it my all,
My heart and soul, My sweat and blood,
Now I think of how i should go, a gun or knife?
Hanging, poisoning, drowning, or a daring fall?
How about burning my flesh, or to never again eat food?
I know not how to die, this note will tell of my suicide...

The agony that i have caused this world is thrown back at me,
My family and friends, they are gone, it is only me, it is why i must do this deed,
I hear the frightened screams, it is them who haunt me, it is my fault they are imprisoned here,
If only I hadn't been drinking that night, if only I did not drive, I know I wouldn't have hit that tree,
On that bus was everyone I cherished most, and sitting there next to me, so beautiful, so innocent, was my only seed,
My baby girl she was only three, her mother had died just last year, it was just her and me, i held her so dear,
Twelve of us died that night, including me, why is my body still here?

Why couldn't I have died there too? had I been so evil to receive punishment like this?
Tonight I make sure I'm good and drunk, I will relive that moment one last time,
I start my car and drive to that place, I accelerate rapidly, I have no fear,
I spot the tree, this time it will finish me, I speed up more, I plan to join them in the abyss,
Though I know where I will go is far south of heaven, I gladly accept judgment for my crime,
In that instant it all ends, I am finally destroyed, I do shed one last tear,
Before tonight fate forgot me, tonight it remembers, though we will not reunite,
Now all knows what happened then, and understands why i could not live again...

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