"Tonight's the night," says the writing on the page, "the night I set things right and release all this pain." "I've been to scared until now, wonder should I bleed to death or die quickly POW!? It's funny I've imagined I would cry but long since I lost the ability, and now I just die. I die a little each day painfully hoping that things will change and take the pain away. But now I see this will never truly end. I almost hoped that I would break after all the times that I would bend backwards for the sake of you, while I died slowly from all things you do. Or don't do? See I'm confused and not really sure about what hurts more, the criticism and embarrassment it brings or the or the lack of encouragement and that doubt it springs. Gee, I wonder if this is the right thing to do, I don't wanna go to hell. But I can't stay here with you. I guess I'll say oh well, and hope to god that he's understanding and different from you."
I don't know if anyone will like this or not, but if you would read it I would appreciate the gesture. I would also like feed back.
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This was written because me and some people got into that old habit of talking about random things. Someone said they couldn't even think of what some one might say in a suicide note. Mostly though this is a exercise in writing.
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Just so you know this isn't a true suicide note, you might have guessed by the rhyming, but I had to be sure just in case.
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Fantastic.
The only thing I am wondering about this is, is it real? I would surely hope not. If it is, you should know people including myself are always here to talk to you. Anyways on with the poem. It is very creative. Good job and keep writing!!!(:
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As I said in my comment it isn't real (ie. the purpose of me writing the response). ty
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