My suicide letter

Dear Whoever,
         Whoever you are, I leave you this note, as my final words. I hate my life and the way I'm forced to live it. No one knows the real me, wouldn't know her if they tried! They think I'm a puppet they can manipulate! But today that changes, starting now this second. For at this moment I hold a Bowie knife, freshly sharpened for my purpose. Tonights the night, I'll finally do it, become as free as a falcon, as independant as a stallion! Tonight, I commit my suicide. Emilie Autumn has a song call The art of suicide, and I'm just going to quote her.
         "Why live a life painted with pity, and sadness and strife."
         She's right, why live a life like that when I can just let go? Thats all I want, to make choice of my own choice. And this is the choice I make.

                                                                              Goodbye my living hell,
                                                                                             Tearful_Poet