Life is such...

SUICIDE NOTE

Anyone who thinks they know me may be misjudged

I know not who I am so how can any other?

There are definitely a few who may understand

But they can never know the person I am or seek to be

I have had love

The few that have felt my affection may be able to judge

Who I appear as a human

I cannot question that livelihood and who I embody

However, I cannot trust my emotions

After that what do I become?

Because quite frankly I am unable to describe

What I feel towards the world other than pity

For what we have become and who we choose to be

I am an exponent of this crushing disease

It is all too easy to walk across this land

With careless abandon

And never appreciate the footprint we leave

But live in precious ignorance

Depression sinks deeper than any visible scar

And yet people turn away

Why would you question such an innocuous fault?

We laugh and cry as any other

Always smiling, making jokes

In fact, some would say the soul of an absent man

Who feels the pain of a teardrop as he sleeps

And the emptiness of a bed with no companion

Is already lost to the gods

Or quite honestly

I can stand up and speak

Tell the world that although my heart may be broken

My body is still of use

And will not be taken by Hades until the time has come

The coffin may well be nailed, the tombstone written

The dark coil of inevitability may choke and suffocate

The last breath escaping my lungs

But there will always be more words to write…