I sit in my self sorrow thinking about every sad poem I wrote and looking at this crumbled up suicide note.
I can no longer cope so with tears in my eyes I tie this rope. There's no talking left I'm to far gone definitely no hope.

My pride I devoured and yeah maybe they will call me a coward but them words will fall on deaf ears.
Just know I really tried but now all the tears are dried as my presence disappears.

I could deal with harsh words and my body being scarred. But this perpetual sadness is making living to hard. There were plenty of great times with family and friends so I'm sorry but tonight the sadness ends.
© M.Moss