Leaving Pt. 2

by nobode   Jan 20, 2007


To Whom It May Concern,

I am boy of sixteen
Born into a normal family
I have many hobbies
Of which, writing you can see

But I want to tell you
Something many do not know
About my soon to be suicide
About how I plan to go

You see life seems so wonderful
To those who hold to it fast
But it’s different for others
It’s difficult to make it last

Friends, parties,
Yeah I did them all
For a boy of sixteen
Something went deathly wrong

I tried to fit in with a crowd
I truly tried my best
But there was always something lacking
Something to detest

I don’t blame my problems on anyone
I’ll take the fall
I don’t expect anyone to miss me
Not one bit at all

Each day I wondered
Why I should be
What was my purpose?
Why hang on hopelessly?

As days drew to a close
All was dismay
There was the needle
And there I’d eternally lay

I placed it every gently
Into my shaking arm
My palms grew clammy
I knew of its harm

A few moments passed
With no effects felt
To me, no surprise
I just wished I could melt

Then the time came
When the toxins began to spread
The feeling grew intense
All I could do was dread

Dread about my decisions
How I’d prove everyone right
I really was a freak
I did deserve to die

There was nothing I could do
Death was for sure
All I did was lie there
Fading on the floor

My body convulsed
As I began to go into shock
Then the pain passed
Everything seemed to stop

I woke up in the hospital
A few days later
My best friend came in
Telling me she was my savior

I told her Thank You,
For all that you had done
You saved me from myself
The battle had been won

She smiled at me and said,
“I’m glad you’re all right,”
I smiled back and said,
“I’m glad you came over that night.”

Since then,
Life for me hasn’t changed
My parents still abuse me
And my soul begins to wane

So If you’re wondering,
This is suicide note two
If you’re reading this your too late
For I have already condemned myself,
I have chosen my fate

Please do me a favor and walk into my room
Don’t be afraid,
Please do not hewn

I need you to cut me down
And call the police
Please don’t tell my parents
Not in the least

Something today has gone terribly wrong
I wish it never had to come to this
We should all live prosperously,
We should all be living strong

I don’t what exactly made me decide to die
But don’t worry about me
Not a tear will be shed by anyone
Not from a single eye you see

Goodbye....

~Anonymous Suicide Victim

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