A suicides letter

I love you all to the heart
But myself I couldn’t stand
I had too many troubles
Some were very grand

I wanted to get rid of life
And it was very hard to do
The only ones that I could think of
Were my friends, my colleagues and you

I’ve tried this many times
And now it has become too much
If I did it any later
I would have turned out a lot like Tommy Hutch

I thought I would go to jail
Which I must say is a good belief
It would be hard to have a son as a prisoner
And having you cop all that grief

I knew that if I did this
It would be much easier for you
No one to make so much trouble
No one to worry about too

The gun was the easiest way
And it was a quick and devisable plan
I hope that you all don’t worry
Just go and get a tan

Tell everyone I love them
And I hope that they are glad to be rid of me
Tell my colleagues to go on with life
And tell Rhonda to go on a shopping spree

Suicide is the only answer
And I love you all very much
It would solve all my problems
But please do not tell Tommy Hutch

My life is all really hard
But you have kept me going this far
But now I have to let go
And just say goodbye forever