Suicide Note
Your tears they were true,
you can’t fake that pain.
The pain of failure, and pain of depression.
Anxiety, and knowing you’re not good enough.
You loved her, and she loved you,
But love wasn’t strong enough to help you pull through.
And the promise ring you gave her,
was your promise of forever.
Only a forever she wouldn’t yet understand.
One.
two.
three.
four.
Now your mother is banging on your bathroom door,
Why are you crying on your bathroom floor?
Why is there blood seeping onto your carpet floor?
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
The words they’ve said,
they sealed your fate.
Nine.
Ten.
Eleven.
Twelve.
The ones you left here,
you didn’t think they could’ve helped.
But now we’ll never know,
How we could’ve helped.
By the time the paramedics get there,
you’re already dead.
No suicide note,
just a lifeless body instead.
How will I know,
what I could’ve done,
to help you from a fate you could’ve overcome.
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