Suicide Note

A Poem by Logan

Not based on anything about my life Viewer Discretion Advised

Cold cutting deep into my soul
I feel the jab
I flinch in a beautiful agony
How can something cause so much harm
But get me so high
It’s the only thing to take my mind off
The reality that nothing matters
The empty abyss of space
Reminds us how lonely we really are
So I go deeper
Until I can’t feel anymore
And my blood has spilled
Unto the floor
But who cares
No one is here
Nor have they ever been
I reassure myself that I am not beautiful
I feel better now
The scars remind me of my heart
Where ever one who I’ve ever loved
Has taken this knife and plunged it into my back
Right through until it split my heart
In two
My friends are few
But they don’t need me
I’ve always been the spare tire
Gathering dust on the shelf
Tossed away in the junk drawer of life
The puddle is getting bigger now
My head is feeling light
Finally the high
To make the trail of pain and sorrow worth something
And I hope this letter survives my fountain of warm blood that has escaped my wrist
But it doesn’t matter either way
Because I’ll still be in hell
And everyone will die eventually
So this closure won’t save my damned soul
My vision is fading now
I feel the warm liquid rise in my throat
I think I’m crying, but
I ran out of tears long ago
It must be blood
My body is more scarred and screwed up than my head is
I feel the devil calling my name
He has a special place for wasted souls and worthless masses
I think one has my name on it
I feel my soul depart
Goodbye world
Goodbye knife
Thank you for being the only one who made me feel normal