It is not your
fault
that I am going to
leave.
I left the dishwasher
running
and my laundry is
clean.
Please don't be
confused.
Don't be
worried.
Don't be
scared.
I won't be
alone.

Laura and I signed a
pact.
We have decided to
die
together because
no one
understands our
depression.
Our peers are
mean
and we see no
reason
in living when the
pain
could so simply
stop.

I'm sure you're
sad
and I know this is
rough,
but Mom, it had to be
done.
I promise that I'm
nothing
important and I won't be
missed.
Sure, some will shed
tears
and they'll have
regrets,
but all will be happier when
I'm gone.