My Suicide Note

My Suicide note

Thank you for the Laughter thank you for the pain

The work you put in will not go in vain.

The hits you threw my, the lies you told, the empty corrupt shell that is you since you have already sold your soul.

The blacken heart the look on your face as you slowly tore me apart

 You know you were doing wrong no one stood up to you, when your doing wrong, despite the evidence despite it all you get away with manslaughter of the first degree.

Blood dripping from your finger tips’ scars all over me marked, tattooed

 into.

 Refusing to let me free                                                   

 The hateful words that you spew, would probably get you locked up for indecency

I am tired can’t you see, take your bipolar self away from me.

You yell at me, you shout at me screaming not to talk to and then have the gall the indecency,

 its not your fault my most basic needs were not met

If you don’t say good morning v   demanding manners when you have shown none to, me

 But still I adhere to your rules for I don’t want you to take my food away from me or

The light away darkness I can’t bare for it reminds me of despair don’t take it away I need to see.

 When he is around you pretend to be nice with me but at time you get so vile so dirty I cower in fright to your delight the truth is I don’t want your demons any closer to, me.

I have had enough it has gotten too much call me weak for crumbling but I don’t care I will do anything to get away from here.

Pass me them bottles ill snap the contents right up pass me the rope I will, wrap the noose around my neck the knife a bag I will slit my throat, deny myself air until I seize to breath

 Don’t cry for me 

Have no regret

 Its not your fault my most basic needs were not met

That I regretting seeing you face to face instead of over the phone

That I wish even though you are dare to me for you to just leave e me alone I hate you now but I love you even more

 don’t cry for me when you realized its been a while now that have been knocking at deaths door. Goodbye now I wish you all the best and pray you don’t buckle like me under duress.

Dedicated to my stepmonster