The Crumpled Note Poem by Steven Christison

and so they found the boy hagning from a tree, lifeless in the wind, opened wrists are bloody, and in his hands they found a note, the last note he ever wrote

and it fallows

'to the neglecting parents and the betraying friends, to the lusting lovers, and judging peers, to the condemning judges, and high standard classes, to the hateful teachers and the hurtful classmates'

'i have this much to say...'

'on your hands is written in blood, the name of your victim in this torrential flood, forever shall thine hands be stained with this letters author's name'

his name is the freak, the outkast, the unloved, the unwanted, the undesirable, the alone, and above else, the one you never thought would do it

the one who took his own life, because you took it away from me first