Suicide Poem by mystery writer

I contemplate IT. Although, unthinkable as IT may be, I still want to commit what some might call the most unforgivable act of them all.
My heart heaves with unbearable pain that I alone am not strong enough to yield.
I stare in disbelief as the people who share the same last name as me
Continue to lie to my face, yet when I am telling them the truth
I am slaughtered mercilessly like a calf.
What words I would gladly say to them
What things I would do just to get away from here
It's unbearable
I
Am
Alone
And there is no one
No one who will change my mind of what I have already decided to do.
Because my life has become futile
And not very much of it is worth living.
All of what was of any worth to me has floated off into the distance
far from my reach.
Nothing is left
Nothing is me.