SUICIDE POEM
To all those I've loved,
I can't take this any more,
By the time you read this,
I'll be waiting at Hell's door.
I'll be weeping as I cut my throat,
But not for my worthless soul,
I cry for the family I leave behind,
And the friends left with a hole.
Because it's for them I've been living,
I don't want to cause them distress,
I smile…
