Will it be my last(suicide note)

Will this be,

my last day,

my last breath.

As I wish to watch my blood,

run down my body,

arms and legs covered,

red liquid from various areas all over.

The thoughts in my head,

become overwhelming.

Wanting more than ever,

for this to be my last breath.

I watch my life fade away before my eyes,

person after person walk by

ignoring me as I stumble down the road,

Blood soaking my clothes.

Everybody thinks I"m so young still.

But I'm not.

Voices screaming,

at me to give up.

JUMP
OVERDOSE 

CUT TO THE POINT OF NO RETURN!!

DIVE INTO THE CURRENT

Author's Note

If yo uwant the truth ask

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[Sapientiam]

As humans, we have the tendency to view our current selves and determine how our lives will unfold in the future. To that, I say it quite often that one should not destroy their life or seek death based on the present, but rather, accept the fact that the future is uncertain. This poem is very heartfelt and brimmed with dark emotions. I can tell these thoughts have boiled inside you. I will be the cliche person telling you not to commit suicide because, as I have seen in both real life and in a particularly story on this site, suicide solves temporary problems, if any at all. What it truly does is stab another person who may care for you with that same pain, causing a cycle of grief that can't be reversed. It taints everyone around you. Even though I do not know you, you are a precious writer that deserves life and happiness. Please, if it means anything, hope for a better turn of events. Hope is hard to grasp, but once you have it, you feel as if anything is possible. Trust me, I know.

I'm not sure if this is fictional or not, but I usually view these types of writing as serious, so sorry for my rambling if this happens to be a fictional poem. Anyways, great job!