This is my suicide note
To all my friends and loved ones
How can I explain my sorrow?
But in my heart I knew this was the only level of control I still had
The moment to moment
The day breaks softly over the heart of immediacy
And so it goes as I slipped into the past
I could not take it any longer
But I could take that feeling
The gentle push of sanity
Faith in choice and reason
If only I could take that still
So say goodbye to everything you knew before
Say goodbye to listless seas
of calamitous ennui
The devil set my course
And pardon my lack
Of ponderous ambition
And slight of hand
Because I was never a very good card player
So come clever little witticisms
That sum up life on a dime
Because they make it so much easier
Than knowing the ugliest truth
Of the eternal empty knowledge
Born through beyond doubt
Through painfully obvious vision
Religious in its scope
Oh and did I mention that I’m not dead yet
The slope ridden down, shallow then steep
And petering out at the end
To a third act in a hospital room, Nostalgic and satisfied
So here it is
My note for the loved ones
The ones who could not save me from myself
From a fate decided long ago
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
This is my suicide note
To all my friends and loved ones
How can I explain my sorrow?
But in my heart I knew this was the only level of control I still had
The moment to moment
The day breaks softly over the heart of immediacy
And so it goes as I slipped into the past
I could not take it any longer
But I could take that feeling
The gentle push of sanity
Faith in choice and reason
If only I could take that still
So say goodbye to everything you knew before
Say goodbye to listless seas
of calamitous ennui
The devil set my course
And pardon my lack
Of ponderous ambition
And slight of hand
Because I was never a very good card player
So come clever little witticisms
That sum up life on a dime
Because they make it so much easier
Than knowing the ugliest truth
Of the eternal empty knowledge
Born through beyond doubt
Through painfully obvious vision
Religious in its scope
Oh and did I mention that I’m not dead yet
The slope ridden down, shallow then steep
And petering out at the end
To a third act in a hospital room, Nostalgic and satisfied
So here it is
My note for the loved ones
The ones who could not save me from myself
From a fate decided long ago