My Last Note

My Last Note.


I open my eyes,
And through a watery haze,
I see blood,
Wherever I gaze.

The cuts are deep,
And I love them,
They take away the world,
From were my fear did stem.

The pain was there,
All the time,
I took my life,
It was no crime.

My thoughts slow,
As I lie on the floor,
My very last note,
Taped to the door.

My life was unbearable,
My death is sweet,
At my funeral,
You will meet.

You’ll say “what a shame”,
You’ll pretend to cry,
But you were part,
Of why I had to die.

You were the reason,
That I chose my time,
You never noticed,
So my head lies on lime.

My eyes close,
once and for all,
I begin to cry,
I try to crawl.

To the door,
To read the note,
Filled with reasons,
To cut my throat.

I am dying,
I am glad,
I will be found,
who will be sad?

The answer of course,
Is no one,
You all didn’t care,
You all did shun.

Why was everyone so hateful?
Why were you all so cruel?
You never thought I was capable,
But you were a fool.

I chose my end,
So don’t worry,
You can burn my body,
In a hurry.

I’m all alone,
Just like in life,
I’m happy now,
Thanks to a knife.

I was tired of lies,
I was tired of hate,
They were what brought me,
To my fate.

You never saw the harm you did,
You never saw the cuts,
You never noticed the pain,
That drove me nuts.

Soon I will be free,
Through death I shall fly,
Away from here,
Never to cry

Don’t pretend  to be sad,
It’s an insult to me,
No-one cared,
Now all shall see.