MY SUICIDE NOTE

MY SUICIDIDE NOTE

Believe it or not, my life ends with this poem
Every word, is my flesh and your understanding my bone
I write this poem for you to read,
hopefully you'll understand the reason my pen bleeds
Maybe I'll pass-out as I'm writting this
Casualty on duty like a crook
Death gives me dirty looks
For only God judge me – I'm an open book
To whomever finds this note
I beg you to quote
That I took my life without a gun,a rope
Poison not even a slit throat
I simply picked my pen……
And wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote