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Am I writing a suicide note?

I don't know,
I haven't decided yet.
Maybe I need a final blow,
Before I'm ready to forget.
Maybe I need to drown some more,
Before I can let go of those people,
I've held out so long for.

What right have I to die?

My first world problems are easy to deny,
My petty problems burying me,
The internet keeps going down and there's nothing on TV.
Still it's more than that,
It's this long drawn out silent scream.
It's the fact I'm letting people get attached,
While I unpick my own seams.

I'm so selfish

I've been to Lourdes and seen people carry on.
With real injuries unlike me
They continued Christian sing-songs.
My healthy body is only sabotaged
By this unhealthy mind.
Even my own mother says,
I'm too selfish for suicide.

But still I sit here..

Trying to find out the a painless way to die.
Drowning burns the lungs and electrocution will make you fry.
Google delivers me numbers to call,
But all I can do is cry.
I don't want to hang myself and have someone cut me down,
I've had enough of that in life,
In death leave me unfound.
I could step onto the highway,
But what of the driver who delivers the blow?
I could write a note on Tumblr
And let the whole world know.
I'm too squeamish to cut myself,
Let alone slit my wrists.
I'm talking myself out of
My ticket to what I hope will be bliss

I'm pathetic

Writing this alone in a room,
Even though the internet won't care about this disjointed poem,
That clatters clumsily like the discordant
Tones of thumps on piano keys.

It's worse,

Because I know I'll change my mind,
Carry on another day,
Hug my baby brother
and let him get attached to his sister
And be yet another
Victim to a girl who doesn't want to exist.

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Am I writing a suicide note?

I don't know,
I haven't decided yet.
Maybe I need a final blow,
Before I'm ready to forget.
Maybe I need to drown some more,
Before I can let go of those people,
I've held out so long for.

What right have I to die?

My first world problems are easy to deny,
My petty problems burying me,
The internet keeps going down and there's nothing on TV.
Still it's more than that,
It's this long drawn out silent scream.
It's the fact I'm letting people get attached,
While I unpick my own seams.

I'm so selfish

I've been to Lourdes and seen people carry on.
With real injuries unlike me
They continued Christian sing-songs.
My healthy body is only sabotaged
By this unhealthy mind.
Even my own mother says,
I'm too selfish for suicide.

But still I sit here..

Trying to find out the a painless way to die.
Drowning burns the lungs and electrocution will make you fry.
Google delivers me numbers to call,
But all I can do is cry.
I don't want to hang myself and have someone cut me down,
I've had enough of that in life,
In death leave me unfound.
I could step onto the highway,
But what of the driver who delivers the blow?
I could write a note on Tumblr
And let the whole world know.
I'm too squeamish to cut myself,
Let alone slit my wrists.
I'm talking myself out of
My ticket to what I hope will be bliss

I'm pathetic

Writing this alone in a room,
Even though the internet won't care about this disjointed poem,
That clatters clumsily like the discordant
Tones of thumps on piano keys.

It's worse,

Because I know I'll change my mind,
Carry on another day,
Hug my baby brother
and let him get attached to his sister
And be yet another
Victim to a girl who doesn't want to exist.