Read and rejoice, read and weep, these cumbersome words that trouble my sleep. May you find an easeful rest in every tear... In every jest.
*I feel that people may misinterpret this poem; This is not my own personal struggle, and does not represent the way I feel. This is merely a poetic parody of an actual suicide note. Most actual poems about suicide aggravate me, and I find them pathetic and stupid. I apologize if any of you felt the same way about this work.*
It's not often that I find myself at a loss
for words.
...
I
Confusion of what things might come after
Her smile went dim and loving arms grew cold
...
Lose me inside
A hi-hat or ride,
Barely legible lyrics,
An insistent melody,
...