No one is to blame that is
on me, I regret this action
but it is the only course I
see.

I have choices to make, decisions
that will effect others not only me.
I have steps that must be took to
explain what I did, people may
wander what brought me to this
point to end it you see.

I have wrote a letter to those it concerns ,
to let them know I loved them, that this
is my decision nothing they could have
said would stop the path that is ending
in me.

To who it may concern

I have ended the torment the life that
I live, to silence my issues, this solves
the problems that dig deeper in to my heart
and bury in to my soul.
No you could not has seen this or stopped
it you could, I wish you all happiness and
peace.

This is my letter of my own suicide, please
if any in need talk to others and don't do what I did.

When I said you weren't paying attention to my feelings
you got mad at me and said
it hurts that you think I'm that awful.

I apologized.

Now here I am
crying in an empty bathtub at 3am
clutching my phone waiting for you to call back
because you hung up when I told you
that it hurts my feelings when you say
stop feeling so sorry for yourself
I have it worse.


Am I a bad person for calling you out on your ****?
Is it rude to stand up for myself?


I'm not sorry if I made you feel bad,
you made me feel worthless.
So you tell me,
which is worse?

Feeling like a bad person
**or not feeling like a person at all?

I held a match to the rose you gave me
but it wouldn't
*******
burn.

I tried so hard to leave you
but you wouldn't
let me
*go.

I
want something.         I   w a n t
to see your smile,       your skin.  (To)   
love is not simple, but      Your beauty is.....****!
you make me crazy.        All I want is           you

Write her a love note
dance in her dreams
drink up her thoughts
walk the maze of her eyes
    and get lost

Ask her about her day
Learn about her life
Swim in the sea
of her aspirations

If you always listen to her heart
She'll always take care of yours

You asked me why I don't eat meat
and I told you that I can't stand the idea
of being the reason
a living creature gets hurt.
You told me
They'll get killed anyways
and I didn't have a good argument
other than
I just don't want to be the reason.

You asked me why I felt so guilty about the cuts on your arm
and I told you that I can't stand the idea
of being the reason
a living creature gets hurt.
You told me
I would have done it eventually anyways
and I didn't know what to say
other than
*I just never wanted to be the reason.

I feel my friends slipping away
Grasping and clawing trying to hold on to them
Cold white hands reaching out of the darkness trying to find someone
No ones there, they've already left, moved on in there own lives
Having fun and making memory's
While I sit alone in terrible thoughts
Reaching and waiting for people who aren't there

436

The Wind—tapped like a tired Man—
And like a Host—”Come in”
I boldly answered—entered then
My Residence within

A Rapid—footless Guest—
To offer whom a Chair
Were as impossible as hand
A Sofa to the Air—

No Bone had He to bind Him—
His Speech was like the Push
Of numerous Humming Birds at once
From a superior Bush—

His Countenance—a Billow—
His Fingers, as He passed
Let go a music—as of tunes
Blown tremulous in Glass—

He visited—still flitting—
Then like a timid Man
Again, He tapped—’twas flurriedly—
And I became alone—