Suicide Note... Poem by Steven Hoon

Heart beat is weakening,
Eyes are swollen shut.
Breathe is shortening,
With this fatal cut.

Open up your empty eyes,
Look into the endless skies,
Pray that you learn to fly,
Just please do not die.

Tell me this isn’t the end for me.
Tell me this won’t appear in my autopsy.
Tell me it’s going to be ok when you know it won’t.
Tell me you feel my pain when I know you don’t.

It wasn't suppose to happen this way.
I look around, but everything I see is gray.
I try to look myself in the face,
But I fear I will never leave this place.

I feel like a creature locked in a cage.
I try to stop myself from creating this rampage,
But it’s hard when you realize that you’re on the outside dangling the key,
And you sit there and laugh at yourself, because you are really already free.

It’s hard to call yourself sane when you lie in a hospital bed,
Listen to all the voices that live inside Ov your head.
Trust me I know, because that man is me,
Trying to leave my life at the bottom Ov the sea.