Death Note (Poem Not The TV Show)

I dont know guess I was in the U-Bend thinking about Death again xD (sorry Moaning Myrtle Harry Potter CoS joke had to do it haha)

Death Note

This is my death note
I'm sick of fighting a war I can never win
To wake up each day regretting that I still breathe
Wishing that sooner rather than later I will gather the courage
To take up the blade or the rope and end it all
There is nothing more that I can do
It is not as if I will be missed
Just a waste of space on an overcrowded planet
My spirit is broken
My soul shattered beyond repair
Death is my only release now
To be free from pain
That floods my mind body and soul
I'm so tired of hating myself and what I've become
To not have control of what is me
Never sure of if my mind is my own
Or yet another delusion or a glimpse of a past reality
I don't even know myself anymore
In the mirror a stranger looks back
Eyes full of hate and despair
My past is but a blur
Erased by manufactured mind death and control
My art shall be my epitaph
A memorial to my dreams
A brief glimpse into my world
Twisted parody of times gone by
The slow death of the body I can handle
But death of the spirit and soul tears me apart
Looking at how weak I've become
A shadow of the person I once was
Pitiful creature not fit to live
Forever haunted by actions I could not control
Hated by those I love and care for
Ignored and rejected by friends once so close
Is it no wonder I take solace in the night
Yes this is my death note
And by the summers end
As autumn falls, so will I
My words could not remove the bitter taste of betrayal
Maybe my blood will cleanse your pain
Knowing that my death brings an end to a chapter best forgotten
So come winters cold embrace should silence come from me
Think back to this death note and remember how I fell
Banished from the heavens, condemned never to enter hell
A sad and fallen angel...

-Kayla Gentry
July 6th, 1992- The Present
Date: September 22nd, 2012
Age: Twenty Years Old