I hate my life, period.
Tears would always stream
down my face,
To always know that I’m a
burden.
Everyone hated me so
badly.
They even tell me to burn
in hell.
What did I do wrong for
them to hate me?
At the same time, why
won’t you know?
I’m in so much pain and I’m
hurt.
Family, friends, and
relatives,
Just to let you know I’m
going to die.
Yes, commit suicide in time
now.
Please and sorry for
everything I did,
Even though I did nothing
wrong.
I’ve been harassed and
abused all my life.
Nobody cares to say
anything about my scars,
Where dried blood of scabs
stay still.
No one says a thing of me
being bullied,
Yet I’m glad to say that I’m
innocent.
Everyone don’t even care
when they see,
As tears would stream
down my face.
Today and tonight I’m going
to be gone.
So don’t even try to stop
me.
If you even did try to stop
me for me to live,
I won’t hesitate to say,
“No.”
…..
What am I talking about
anyway?
There are people out there
dying of hungry,
Yet they still strive to live
another day.
Compare to them in many
ways now,
I’ve got food, water,
shelter, and stuff,
To let me live another day
again.
So why am I talking about
dying in today’s world?
I’ve seen people who
suffer more than me,
And yet they prove
themselves better.
What am I really doing in
today’s society?
I’m just alone, hated, and a
burden,
But I see orphans doing
their best better than me.
I’m lucky that I’m not a
hobo out there in the
world.
For a hobo will try to live
one more day ahead.
Thinking about it for a
second there,
Gosh, how stupid I am
going to commit suicide!
One more try and one
more hope,
I’ll try to live another day
like them.
So if you read this letter of
mine,
Sorry for you to see it.
This letter was supposed to
be burn by now,
But since it’s into a poem,
I think I’ll keep it for
memory and hope.
But beware I may know
your secret:
That you read My Suicidal
Letter...
Tears would always stream
down my face,
To always know that I’m a
burden.
Everyone hated me so
badly.
They even tell me to burn
in hell.
What did I do wrong for
them to hate me?
At the same time, why
won’t you know?
I’m in so much pain and I’m
hurt.
Family, friends, and
relatives,
Just to let you know I’m
going to die.
Yes, commit suicide in time
now.
Please and sorry for
everything I did,
Even though I did nothing
wrong.
abused all my life.
Nobody cares to say
anything about my scars,
Where dried blood of scabs
stay still.
No one says a thing of me
being bullied,
Yet I’m glad to say that I’m
innocent.
Everyone don’t even care
when they see,
As tears would stream
down my face.
Today and tonight I’m going
to be gone.
So don’t even try to stop
me.
If you even did try to stop
me for me to live,
I won’t hesitate to say,
“No.”
…..
What am I talking about
anyway?
There are people out there
dying of hungry,
Yet they still strive to live
another day.
Compare to them in many
ways now,
I’ve got food, water,
shelter, and stuff,
To let me live another day
again.
So why am I talking about
dying in today’s world?
I’ve seen people who
suffer more than me,
And yet they prove
themselves better.
What am I really doing in
today’s society?
I’m just alone, hated, and a
burden,
But I see orphans doing
their best better than me.
I’m lucky that I’m not a
hobo out there in the
world.
For a hobo will try to live
one more day ahead.
Thinking about it for a
second there,
Gosh, how stupid I am
going to commit suicide!
One more try and one
more hope,
I’ll try to live another day
like them.
So if you read this letter of
mine,
Sorry for you to see it.
This letter was supposed to
be burn by now,
But since it’s into a poem,
I think I’ll keep it for
memory and hope.
But beware I may know
your secret:
That you read My Suicidal
Letter...