Once when i was younger
I tried to write a suicide note
I tried to write a few
But i never liked them
They never got the point across

They never showed the pain
I wanted to tell the world
Why I'd need to go
But no one wants to read a suicide story
And stories are for attention

I imagine if i ever needed one
I'd try making a painting
To paint the colors that torment me inside
But i imagine
It would be beautiful, therapeutic even
And i wouldn't want go anymore
© SpiderMoose