My Suicide Letter Poem by Isaac Spradlin

Dear Mom and Dad
Sorry to make you sad
but I felt as though
One of six would not be missed

Sick of the stresses of my existence
The lies told
trying to find the right time
Knowing that time will never come
I lied if you haven't figured it out
about all the drinking, failing, and losing of chastity

And the stress of this fact you won't believe
I care about others more than i do me
That's right the next bullet for them ends in me
No this isn't a joke like the ones before
This is for real

I've told you about my trendsetting
and you've heard of vehicular homicide
Well your little trendsetter has a new one for you
It's called vehicular suicide at 55 miles per hour
There is no one to blame
I am a victim to the game inside of all
The only difference between the way we play is that you succeeded
and I didn't