This life is doomed,
This life of mine.
And you can't stop me from doing this act.
Suicide.
Write your note,
Full of angry words.
Why did you?
How could you?
Pointing fingers to blame
Who you want
To be blamed from what
You really did.
And this is making you do it.
Suicide.
So once you have the note,
You have to die.
Your soul is dead,
Can't save that now.
But this will finish off the rest of you.
Suicide.
Position your note
So all can see it.
Have been working on it
For months now.
Not on the paper,
Not with a pen,
But in your mind.
Plans forming,
Couldn't stop the thoughts from
Pouring in.
Unwanted at first,
But later you couldn't stop from thinking
About it.
Suicide.
How it started,
Hard to explain.
Saw him die,
Body hanging loosely.
From the tree branch
In the park.
But then you noticed
The rope tightened around his neck.
A horrible death,
But it obsessed you.
Months later,
Here you are.
Note in your hand.
Put it on the table.
You're going to die,
Like he did.
Same branch,
Same park,
Same day.
A year ago,
He died.
Could it have been that long?
So you go out to the branch.
At night in that same park.
Tie up your rope,
Climb out slowly
To where the rope hangs.
Put your neck in,
Put it in tight.
And jump.
Your neck breaks
From the fall,
And your lungs are getting no air.
Gasp for breath,
Even though you try not to.
In a few hours,
Or so it seems,
You have died.
Seemed to last forever,
But it could have only been a few seconds.
Hours later,
They find your note.
Find the body,
Your body,
And they know what you did.
Suicide.
