Printer Error Printed

This note was planned a freak mistake,  
The kind I thought I'd never make.  
I didn't mean to write it, still    
I feel no pain, no time to kill.  
    
Sleep-walking with eyes opened wide,  
Murderous thoughts on hold denied.  
Around my wrists wrapped power cord,  
Bloodied prints on Apple keyboard.  
   
I sit naked in my redress,    
As these words slide down my numbness  
Where you'll find me 'cross your car seat  
With no pulse to match my heartbeat.      
    
I hadn't planned to have you find  
A letter from me of this kind,  
The black and white of my lost faith      
Stillborn, lies in the paper tray.      
    
    
    
Entered in the DUP competition "My Suicide".