The Suicide Note

To whom it may concern Don’t be shocked what you are about to learn In any case, this is a suicide note The last thing on this earth I wrote Just listen, I don’t need you to reply As I briefly narrate, why I had to die Life was hard, what else can I say I never had, not one happy day It was my birthday last month but one At thirty five, with this life I am done What’s so special about breathing? What’s the big deal about your heart beating? Why should it beat if it can’t beat your troubles? Why keep breathing the dust as your world crumbles? It is not easy being alive, and its more difficult dying But whatever more life is offering, I am not buying Like most, I dint find love and was escaped by wealth So i got depressed, and with that came my poor health Enough millionaires have passed me by in flashy cars Enough women have engraved my heart with deep scars Knowing i will never be a rich man no a lover Under the blanket of merciful death I take cover Death can’t be so bad; it’s just being permanently sedated Detaching all your feelings, from a world full of hatred The government took from me tax, and the landlord his rent Toiling under tyranny was how my youth was spent The church came rebuking my sins and offering me hope But i couldn't hold on to the hope, so now i hold the rope Make no mistake; I have nothing against the Lord It’s just that the cost of living is higher than I can afford If living is an daily event, i am taking a rain-check Instead staying home to fit a rope around my neck I would rather turn into a corpse and be still in death Than be a loitering tramp in the street with breath I know so little about living, and about dying even less But so be it if losing my life will be my last expense I hope father and mother find it in their hearts to forgive me If I could rewind back time, I would tell them not to conceive me But I want to thank them for they tried to give me the best It’s just unfortunate my wings broke as soon as I left their nest I have been falling down ever since and am about to hit the ground I have always been a loner and this is a sure way to avoid the crowd Whoever discovers this note can have the little possessions I had The only thing to be found of interest is my broken ipad Please if it’s not too much to ask, don’t bother with the coffin I hate the idea of people surrounding my dead body sobbing Put me on one of those fire chambers, let me burn to smoke I want no remembrance of me, for my life was a joke