The Final Draft

Trigger Warning. Suicide and depression included. Its a poem I wrote as a suicide note 3 months ago..

I'm sorry I was such a burden.

I'm sorry for all my lies.

I became a thing I despise.

But I promise that I tried.

I'm sorry I was so angry.

I'll never sleep content.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

At least now it'll end.

If suicide is cowardly,

Then call me what you wish.

I have no more excuses

I have nowhere to hide. 

I've dreamt of death

I was scared.

I've dreamt of knives

I've dreamt of guns

But I died for the ones I love

I've died for Madi and Nat.

I've died for Carson, Jesse, and Alexei.

I've died for Joshua.

I died out of love for others.

Why couldn't I live for myself?

My words mean nothing now.

So now I'll end with a heavy heart. 

Author's Note

I know it's sad, but it's honest.