I’m sorry I did it
I’m sorry I tried
But here are the reasons
For which I have died
To my mother you lied
You said you would need me, love me, and care
Every time I needed you
You were not there
My father to whom I was invisible
Though you were always there
It never felt like
You really cared
To all the people who caused me pain
I know you wanted me dead
Just because you didn’t do it
Doesn’t mean it wasn’t said.
As my blood falls to the ground
I take away all my pain
Don’t worry, with out me
Everything will be the same.
Shane Abrams
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-suicide-note-5/
