The Suicide Note Poem by Timothy Long

I'm sorry can't u see, everything leads you to me, I'm dead as can be, but it's before you can blink, I won't be here long I promise, you may say I'm not okay but I'm faded as I can be, try not to blame as I wasn't sad or ill, I don't cry tears nor do I envy, I have acceptance of this fate as you should as well, my life is a canvas, which feels more blank than anything, you realize everything is blank, like living life with no life in it, where's the opposite that attracts? Is there a voice in my head? Unlikely as its schizophrenia, my life to be realized is to an end-of-life comedy which is re liked greatly, kill me gently, for I'm your soul, calling for the role, I'm sorry you see, I'm no longer here my dear, if it's a dream and I'm all a story, whos my narrator? Let me breathe as you won't exist, nothing can escape life as death isn't a deadly lie, but a beautiful truth, no one can see true emotion anymore, all that is a loomed is a fake mask, does it ever become real? I'm no longer afraid of loneliness, it's a welcome to be alone once expected, only you can see anywhere, so why be part of crowds only to be let down repeatedly? Rainy days shouldn't go away, it makes us see, God cry's just like you and me, someone important died or so it seems but who? , it's not a cruel world nor is it a goodbye, rather a shining hello where abuse fades and scars thought unforgivable are healed, no one need to care, hate is not felt but peace, depression is not the cause or remedy might heart strings beat differently than I, is there any reveal of hope, what's the goal of unraveling, I wished to be more like both, am I deaths sparrow, I hurt, why do I hurt so much? It's my flaw above all others, all may dark or doubtful, but living is bravery in which staying strong when others will not, suicide cannot be selfish if its intolerable existence in the world which is not known, the only serenity that keeps one away from sleeping in death is suicide awake, it's not a constitution of sin, no one likes to look underneath the underneath, help and health fails because of neglect which is society itself. The rope can fail, while knifes can stain, all the world is pain, never again to gain an angel like this, everything you see will eventually die, do you want to? A far cry is not detailed to see, why is everyone blind, is there a thief I can see behind their eyes, am I disillusioned? or just to different, to be real, an amusement to others but stranger to myself, where did the passion of life go? Feeling a dead man, when there's no life, conflict among angels among devils galore, desperation long ago faded, smile for me as I cannot freely, during my napping there was no tapping to implore, no one wants to explore why I'm me anymore, so talk what you can as time clicks on, I'm dragging on but its ok as no one wants to die, but unfortunately we die, we are born naked as a poor soul, that's the nature of tragedy's, just a ponderment to kill us all, having no choice but to take the hit for others, every day I wake up alone, give me another drink as I cannot think, I'm burning a high way to hell, why can't people handle the truth? Why is truth always denied? This whiskey killing me softly, heaven knows once born death begins it slow walk towards us, nothing is wrong with you, it's a trick you see depression plays with me, why is there no escape button? No word can express pain, only a true tear can, my life shouldn't be a tragedy nor a fiction of literature, can I go on alone ever more? Regrets bother me too much, I shouldn't tell anyone anything, for them they will miss me, but will I miss them? Not that it matters to anyone, but I am a sorrows tale, deaths embrace I should be found, will my guilty speak? I know nothing I bet, the dead to forgive me, in it I prepare as if dared to be aware, as I finally free.