(This is NOT a real suicide note, anything contained in it isn't what I truely think of.)
I have something that would never had been said,
But the day has officially come, the day of death paying me a visit.
I don't want anymore pain, or fighting, or even tears.
But, how shoud Death pay me a visit?
Will he stick a needle full of air through my veins?
Or even will he make me sufficate with a pillow over my head?
Or 'worst', he might as well hang me over a tree.
The answer is up to him.
All my friends, family, I wish that I could stay longer, but I really shouldn't. I caused enough trouble.
Please remember the things I did good with you.
And remember this last night, I lay and write,
My suicide note...
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Suicide Note
Short StoryI have officially planned my suicide. When? I have no clue, ask the one who wanted me to die. Death, himself.