It Would Go a Little Like This

If I wrote a suicide note, It would go a little like this. I would start it off addressed, To all of those I would miss I would say that I was sorry, That it's none of their faults. I'd just let them all know, These thoughts wouldn't hault. For so long I have lived, At war inside my own mind. And that I was tired of living, In a world that was so unkind. I would address my family, And tell them to be mad. I would want them to yell, And I would let them be sad. I know it wouldn't be fair, To leave them as they are. Recovering from another death, May bend them too far. But after my mother's death, I just haven't been the same. I want them to stay strong, And to not place any blame. I would tell my friends, Please don't blame one another. Go on and live your lives, Like today was any other. Please do not mourn, for I am now free, Of every demon I ever let, Root up and stay inside of me. I was scared and I was weak. I was running from my fears. I should have known better, But I couldn't see quite clear. My mind was foggy, And not entirely my own. Without seeking any help, This outcome I should've known. Know that I'm in a better place. I'm looking over each of you. I wish you all the best of luck, In everything you ever do. The time has come to say goodbye. I bid you all farewell. I am now living in peace, And not my own personal hell.