Last Note
+7Shaking uncontrollably with hatred and fear.
Gritting my teeth to stop that single tear.
Grabbing a pencil and getting ready to write.
I won a few rounds but I lost the fight.
Grabbing some paper and trying to think.
Imagining my life being gone in a blink.
Put pencil to paper and let the words flow.
They thought I was strong but they didn’t know.
The unsinkable sank and the unbreakable broke.
The air disappears and I start to choke.
Afraid of the future and afraid of the past.
In this game of life, I knew I couldn’t last.
The present is hazy, I can barely see.
I stare in a mirror, who is that? Is that me?
Sitting down slowly and still writing lines.
My life keeps on going but it only declines.
Tears start to fall as I still scribble away.
On this paper, my emotions are on display.
The anger and betrayal that I often felt.
Bitterness towards God for the cards I was dealt.
Love that could make my heart burst.
The pain you caused me when you tried your worst.
The fact that I was never really enough.
Being so weak when you thought I was tough.
Guilt for not granting you your single wish.
For ending it all and being so selfish.
Dropping the pencil and giving a sigh.
And preparing to kiss the world goodbye.
Folding the paper and pressing it to my lips.
And letting it fall from my cold finger tips.
Please read carefully the words that I wrote.
Because this is my final suicide note.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
