to the casket

Stand by my casket and witness
The truth I begged to speak with persistence
The torment I endured, hidden from sight
Pushed me to the brink of suicide each night
But with pen and paper, I finally realized
I was already dead, my fate crystallized
My white leather jacket, my final attire
Red lapels stained from my self-inflicted desire
Drugs kept me numb, but truth cannot be denied
I ignored the warning signs, walked with eyes wide
You are not the cause of my sorrowful tale
I knew my attempt was bound to fail
Self-inflicted wounds left me battered and bruised
But I trudged on, not confused but dazed and misconstrued
Memories pierce like shattered glass on skin
If these were my last words, what would they say of my sin?