re-reading suicide notes
ripping them to shreds
because now i remember
my plans to kill myself
those nights i laid in bed
i can feel the tears flow down my cheeks
like they did when these notes were first written
They were in the drawer in an envelope
secretly hidden
At least 20 pieces of paper filled with words
of negative and suicidel thoughts
some even blood stained
with the letters L K
and fingerprint spots
Remembering when life felt so cruel
Compared to the priveledge i feel now-
life is such a precious jewel
Something great in my life changed me
For better or for worse
But depression still haunts me
And the scars are my curse
ripping them to shreds
because now i remember
my plans to kill myself
those nights i laid in bed
i can feel the tears flow down my cheeks
like they did when these notes were first written
They were in the drawer in an envelope
secretly hidden
At least 20 pieces of paper filled with words
of negative and suicidel thoughts
some even blood stained
with the letters L K
and fingerprint spots
Remembering when life felt so cruel
Compared to the priveledge i feel now-
life is such a precious jewel
Something great in my life changed me
For better or for worse
But depression still haunts me
And the scars are my curse
Author notes
I was cleaning up my room, and in my desk I find an envelope...filled with folded up pieces of paper. And written on them were notes, and suicide letters to myself. It made me cry..looking back at before..when 'he' was completely in love with this other girl. Lets not get into detail....
