I thought a lot before writing this note
Why should I let them know what I sought?
What the hell, who cares what they will say
What the hell, I gonna do it anyway
I dont wanna stay in this wretched world any longer
Especially when these horrible feelings -chocking me- are getting stronger
And why should I stay when I have nothing to lose or gain?
Why should I stay when I am so sick of the pain?
Now, the question is: How I am gonna do it?
Who cares, as long as it is quick and painless
I need something to suit this creative mind and this miserable life
If I am going, then I will go with style…I guess I’m losing it
I found it, it is brilliant…no, it is perfect
Aint it ironic that only after I die I might thrive?
And this will be my final revenge
They will wonder and wonder, but they wont know the truth
They will keep questioning, whether it is murder or natural cause
But they wont know the truth
I wish I could see their faces after I am gone
I wish I could see their faces after what is done is done
Just that thought makes me at ease
Just that thought will give me peace
Now I am ready to go
But, I feel that there is still one last thing to do
I must erase my traces
Nothing should lead to what I sought
I guess now there’s no need for this suicide note…
*Paper-tearing sound*
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