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A Suicide Note

If I wrote a suicide note, what would it say?

Would it be for tomorrow or today?

Would it be full of goodbyes or would I let people know

how I died and why I had to go.

Would people see me as weak or brave?

Will my friends grieve or celebrate?

Would I be the victim or the suspect?

Did I push myself all the way to death?

 

If I wrote a suicide note it wouldn't be a suicide note after all.

I was looking over the edge when you made me fall.

You pushed me over and you watched me die.

That's not suicide, that's homicide.

A note with no goodbyes, no farewells.

No apologies, not stories to tell.

A straight forward homicide report will do.

With the victim listed as me and the suspect, you.

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michelle-nyamekye
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Jul 4, 2013
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