I remember how I used to be.
Smiling and laughing for all to see.
Being happy,
that's all that mattered to me.
Then one day, it seemed as though I opened a door.
One that I had never noticed before.
It was like I was drifting in a sea.
But now I've washed up onto the shore.
I realized life was like a storm.
That I used to be protected from.
Comfortable and warm.
When I opened that door, I realised that life is cold.
That it goes on until you get sick or old.
I am writing this, so that you may,
See why my life must end today.
I cannot stand the wait.
I can no longer take the hate.
If you wanted to stop me.
You know by now, that you're far too late.
I have no hope.
I cannot cope.
I know you do not care.
But you filled me with despair.
That cannot be compared.
That cannot be repaired.
And that's all I wrote.
Goodbye, this is my suicide note.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem