Suicide Letters

limited to 3, 4-lines stanzas.
Only two entries per person.

Can I just do one entry?

Dear Cruel World,

I'm goin' up on the rooftop after the holiday. I want to see if I'm getting an x-box first. Even if I get one I might still do this caper.  I'm going up there around rush hour. I'm gonna pop some caps. I ain't gonna shoot no one. I'm gonna act like I am. I know how they work. The swat team will show up. I'll poke my head up. I will poke my head up like a turtle. A marksman will shoot off my turtle head. Goodbye cruel word. I ain't ending it. They are!!!! They are good fucking shots.

Roach

DISCLAIMER..

This is a fictitious suicide note. It is being submitted for artistic purposes only. Any similarity to another human being besides me is strictly coincidental.  Some people say I ain’t human. I was a cop once. I know how these disclaimers work. If I lose this contest I am not sure what I will do. It could be your fucking fault if I lose my turtle head. Choose the winner wisely mysterio. 8D


SPECIAL NOTE..

Thank you from the bottom of my fucking heart for allowing me the opportunity to submit a poem in the form of a suicide note. That's such a great subject. I had two friends do it once. One did with carbon monoxide. His two sons cry a lot. They are not sissies. They are sad. The other one blew his head off with a shotgun. It was a closed casket funeral. His son was a sissy. He didn't cry. He hated his father.  :D

With knife in hand
I'll slit my throat
Without saying my good-byes

Up on the roof
I take a breath
Then fall to my death

Open Veins

I'm suicidal, my survival, relied on revenging my enemies and rivals,
I'm entitled, to stop my vitals, like that kid, I'm Into The Wild,
but now that I've put a stop to all my enemies,
there's only one left to stop, and he's inside of me,
way past the point when I could be, something that I wanted to,
way past the point to even see, some hope to get me through,
My heart is hurt, wounded bad, I don't think I'm gonna make it,
My heart is now, not worth much, but it's yours, here, take it,
I've slit my wrist, and numbed the pain with drugs of my choosing,
people said I would succeed, but I feel as though I'm losing,
the feeling of being in touch with the world,
I'm reeling, getting dizzy, so I have curled,
into the fetal position, naked and alone,
I just want to return home,
home to a place, I never had,
a place that I wanted so bad,
so I shall leave, the same way I came in,
naked and alone, I am again,
and what about the love,
that you said you had for me,
you were there when I felt good,
but when I felt bad you ignored me,
fine, I expected as much,
I knew this would happen, but I wanted your touch,
so much, oh, it's so complicated,
and I'd elaborate, if I wasn't so sedated,
heavily, by the drugs that are in my blood stream,
so when I sleep tonight, I won't wake from my dream,
never again will I have, to deal with this mess,
called my life, that I've lived, I had too much stress,
too young, I was never able, to be what I could have,
and that's my fault , for I knew, that it would have,
all been in vain, true, I knew this day would come,
when I'd end it all, as my body begins to numb,
oh, the warm and fuzzy feeling,
and now my body's reeling,
so in the end, I was the friend,
to take the life I'm stealing,
from myself, for no one else, seems to understand,
except myself, the cards I was dealt, I got a pretty good hand,
but I never wanted to play,
and every one of my days,
was filled with pain, that came like rain,
in so many ways,
so just leave me be, there's no reason you should stay,
you never really loved me, so what is there to say,
true love is unconditional, and for you I would have done,
anything, anything, call I would have come,
to your side, to provide, a place for you to hide,
from the pain, in your life, my heart was open wide,
to you, you, meant the world to me,
and I shed a tear, a tear that you can't see,
because it is my soul, that does the crying,
but it will be my body, that does the dying,
don't say a word, it's not worth trying,
I will just be silent, as I bleed here lying,
with my slashed wrist,
a sadomaschocist,
but before I go, I think I want to smoke,
one last cigarette, and try to invoke,
some motivation, before my heart slows,
to a stop, forever goodbye, see you at the crossroads...

by Adam Amor; author of '300 Girls: A True Love Story'; available on Amazon and Kindle

I'm sorry, i just can't
i hope you understand
that this world isn't for me
and i just wan't to be free

I've been in the dark for far too long
you played in the light, while i sat in the wrong
you know I've changed, yet you never asked why
but its too late now, i'm ready to die

yes its fine if you only want to do one

Okay, here it is:

Into the realm of solitude
I entered the Grace of darkness
There I discovered the verisimilitude
Of what life can be like is black’s harness

There I

Walk along the path of paralysis
I have yet to know real sunshine
My mind: a trophy for psychological analysis
To hell I was confined, to death, I now align.

To whomever fucking cares:

I'm sorry to do this to you,
To have made you all wait this long.
I should have just done this years ago,
And saved everyone the torment if being near me.

I'm just tired of playing this game,
Tired of pretending I'm okay.
Tired of trying to help everyone
Always failing miserably.

I'm tired of failing you all time and time again.
I'm finally done, I know I can't win.
I'm tired of being such a burden to you all.
So, I guess I'll go sleep one last time...

Dear mama,
  i just wanted you to know that i love and tell everybody that i am sorry. i can't take this unkown pain anymore. i have always been told that the grass was greener on the other side so that's where i'll have to reside. iwould never try to hurt you mama but i just can't do it anymore. Be strong ma

No Daylight For Flowers:

I hid in the darkness
Like shadows and pain
I knew not love
But tired and rain.

My heart bleeds on my shoulder
Leaving trails of my demise
No longer will I look upon you
You won't see me in the sunshine.

It has crossed my mind now and then
as each year I have known passes away
That it is odd, perhaps
I have not passed too -

For alone the act of simply living
is itself a trying thing
Quite apart from the leaden emptiness
of housing a dry, weary heart

See, I've held on so long with longing
to a slowly eroding dream
that my tiring hands have finally faltered
So I do not weep now, but let go

How to die.
A question that has crossed my mind so many times.
Should I jump of a building and fall to my death,
or pull the trigger with a gun to my neck?

So many ways that I can die.

What if I made a necklace of rope,
and jumped from a tree with so much hope,
that my feet would stay above the ground,
and that I would never make another sound.

So many ways that I can die.

What if I had to many pills,
one that would help me stay so still?
One that would make my blood stop,
one that would make my whole body drop.

So many ways that I could die.

What if I tried them all at once,
took some pills in an overdose,
stood in a tree and pulled the trigger,
fell from a branch with so much hope,
while wearing a necklace made of rope?

So many ways that I could die.

Goodbye to all those that I love,
as I fall from a tree far above,
while wearing a rope,
because I just can't cope.

So many ways that I can die.
So many ways,
so many ways.

Goodbye to all those that I love,
as I fall from a tree far above,
wearing a necklace made of rope.
This is the way that I will die.