A suicide note never expires

I'm a functioning suicidalist

I wrote a poem I’ll never read

Why can’t I just be happy

I’ve been dead for a long time. You don’t have to kill yourself to die.

My karma. I don’t want to be with someone I can be with but can’t be with someone I want to be with.

I’m sitting here in tears because I know eventually I’m going to kill myself. It may not be today, tomorrow or a year from now but I know I will.

After all this time. I still don’t love myself.

I look at you and say “We are supposed to be together” why is this life so difficult than the past ones.

It kills me to be this cold to her. But I’m doing the right thing, right? Hurt her to save her, just to die in the end, right?