My Suicide Note Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

You ask me if I'm OK,
Well what on earth do you think?
It's the end of another awful day
And I'm drowning myself in drink.

You tell me I'm just weak,
Well, how on earth would you know?
You've got one helluva cheek -
Get out now, go on, go! !

This is an insidious death,
I'm committing gradual suicide,
You may as well save your breath,
Even a drunkard has pride.

I never dreamt it would end like this,
I hoped for so much more,
A tender touch and a lover's kiss
Instead of some sad. old whore.

Remember me when I'm dead,
I used to be just like you,
Whatever my enemies said,
I tried so hard to be true.

I wanted only the best
For my family and friends,
But somehow I failed the test,
At last the comedy ends!