I heard all your screams
I listened to your stories
I rolled with the struggles
Yet here you are
Refusing to acknowledge my existence
Depressed as I am
And you make my loneliness
Even stronger every minute of the day
So here is a letter
To mark my suicide
That your selfish actions led to
I called several people
But it's late in the night
Phones are off
Sound asleep
As I race through thoughts
Through memories
Hoping one of them could save me
But I just lie here
Blade sharp
Bottle half empty
Nuse tied tight
Pistol loaded
All I'm waiting for is a reply
A letter back
That someone will listen
But that could be ages from now
Time I don't have
Dreams I will never achieve
So I bid you farewell
As I try and end this hell
To live in a world where
I truly am loved and never ignored
Because I will be the only face
In the darkness of death
So good night
Sweet dreams
Live happily without me
          
           Sincerly,
               Robert Guerrero
               12-12-12

robert-guerrero

Dear World,

Jun 5, 2026

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Chenoah

You can always call me you know. I love you <3

nathalie

You are loved, never forget that. And never forget the power of strangers. I would reach my arms out for you in a heartbeat. Stay strong xo

annamaria-gagno

you think in darkness. Your not alone. There people just like  yourself. Feeling the way there are. If the phone are off sound asleep. Reach out. Buy your writings. We are here to read a to understand. I came from far. I had my share. I had my bottles of pills right beside me. As I lay in bed. Wondering who would save me. No one did. I over dose many times over. Early age 7 and on. It don't seem to work. As years gone by. I struggle my battles. People say they are normal. We are crazy don't bother to listen. Our attitudes stinks by the looks of them. When stare at us. They to aren't normal. They think they are. Anything happens in life to them. They are the weakness to who they are. Not knowing what it feels like. I strive and seek on my own. I feel as I write. I hope it helps others. As I read on. You aren't alone. Write on your sorrows of your pain. Be the thought fullness to who you are in the light not the darkness. Be proud. You came this far. Look beside you. When you speak on something sharp lay beside you. Just look at this way. It's something you use. To cut a nice steak to enjoy. We those who are judge by others. Knowing we all love each other. I call those the odds ones against the people who feel life to them is normal. Until it strikes them. I believe in Karma. You are loved.

-K-T-P-

You my friend have a knack for pure expressive emotion.  It is always a pleasure to read your work.  Just remember to use your pen instead of that alluring knife.  The best thing about life complications and troubles, is conquering it.