Suicide noteDear Mister,Suicide note1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I lay empty inside with many thoughts of suicide. Limbo is where I stand above the ground so high. The people below laugh at my failure that has tainted my empty heart. So Mister call my phone, talk to me, tell me why I was born when nobody wants me. Maybe tomorrow or maybe next year you will find my wrenched corpse in my bathtub. The cold water will run down my bloody wrists. Liquor stains my clothes because I drank to my death in a good humor. Dead lips so cold just a touch will break me. No longer will I be your victim of your love rape or abuse. The scars on my body are enough proof of your existence. Tonight I will leave my proof of living by dying. Everything that I hold dear is gone now, you stole my everything.
Someday you will wake and see my face in the mirror with soaked bloody tears that you had drawn. Paint my corpse with your lies of love. Whisper your secrets into mouth, tasting the