Leaving Poem by raymond letsitsa

I'm leaving and I know
that I shall not return
The things I've done
have left scars on the bodies of my
potential friends
All those I loved gave up on me, they washed
their hands
I'll not blame my faith,
and surely not that
rapist pastor
mocking me
Life has had
it's end of days,
and it's memorial service shall burry me
I gave up on a lot of things
I threw up when I heard that lady sing
The man who caused trouble died with solutions
Gripped tightly by those arms the enemy rubbed with magic potion
My sanity is not really contained
I'm mad about her and she's found another man
And continuously I've been killed in my sleep
My mistakes follow me like a shadow
and my life fades to gray
Christ shall come whenever he likes
and shall not find me in the light of day
This is that suicide note
that gives all that it is
My hearse shall ride out among orchards
I hope that's the sight that you won't ever miss.