Leave Behind-Suicide Note

Home, where the heart dies by mikimoondancer

I'm not angry, depressed or confused
not even jaded-no singing the blues

I don't even mind the hand I've been dealt
or the lack of compassion or the foul night air

I don't feel over tired or burned
or alone...

I'm ending my life
so I can go home

To Mojy,

Our days are numbered.
But my number is up.
I wanted to burn out,
but I faded away, instead.
Forgive me.

Sincerely,
Nobody

My Suicide.

In my suicide I'm going to complain.
Yes, you're reading correct.
No, I'm not drunk or stoned.
Yes, I realized its my birthday and thanks for your posthumous wishes.
I'm opening up because I literally cant care anymore.
I hate it.
The nagging of my parents, the constant fighting amongst relatives
disagreements leading to broken friendships, I'm discontent with the world I'm in.
My girlfriend stays 4000 miles away.
Oh! and she doesn't even wanna talk to me.
Fuck this, screw that conversations.
Begging for money for drugs, all the while pretending like its for a healthier cause.
Traveling 50 miles for a 2 hour practice in a car with tasteless people.
The girls I wooed into becoming sluts for my cock because wooing is the only thing going for me.
The lies I've fed for the strangest and stupidest reasons to one and all.
All the undeserved compliments and arrogant scoffs of foolish pigs of society.
Every ignorant intellectual who tried to teach me and rewrite my head.
I'm sick of all this crap.
The only sadness I carry with me is that this is going to hurt those in my heart more than me.
But even time will heal those scars.
Later. Never.