Last Written Note, Last Spoken Word Poem by Patrick Shields

I Sit In My Cold Dark Room Writing My Last Note
Trying To Fix This Problem Is To Much To Bear
I'm No Longer Full Of Happiness Or Hope
My Parents Will Say What I Did Was Not Fair

I Promised I'd Never Do This
But It's To Late To Go Back Now
Clenching The Razor Blade In My Fist
People Will Wonder Why and How

Your Going To Feel The Pain I Felt For Three Months
I Hope You Go Through Heart Wrenching Pain For All Time
The Pain Never Left Me Not Once
No I Am Not Doing Fine

I Hope Guilt Overwhelmes You Because Its All Your Fault
All That You Spoke Where Deciet and Lies
Will You Even Care You and Your Cult
Soon The Only Company I'll Have Are The Flies

Death Nor Dying Scares Me
So Don't Think It Will Stop This
I Can't Wait Till My Limp Body You'll See
I Look To The Sky and Raise Up My Fists

It's Time My Stomach In Knots
I Put The Blade Inside My Holder
I Place On The Ride Side Of My Neck This Blood Will Be Hot
I Start To Cry and I Pull It Fast As I Grow Colder