Young Writers Society

WARNING Very depressing
Do not read if you are allergic to depressing poems.

As much as I try, I can not
Beat it; this feeling of depression,
Crying myself to sleep every night.
Death is inevitable,
Everyone will die, so why not sooner than later?
Falling into a pit of despair,
Growing only to wither.
Heaven or hell,
It’s a simple choice. I decided not to wait to chose when I’m old.
Justice is corupt, blacker than the devils heart.
Killing myself now is an easier than waiting for
Life to take it’s toll on
Me. Believe me, it’s
Not about what I what, it’s about what I need.
Oaths are broken, like the brittle bones of a baby bird.
Pain comes not just from the outside, but also from in.
Quickly, friends leave me, I feel like a body, left to
Rot after a great battle.
Silently I suffer, withstanding the
Temptations of fighting back.
Unlike them, I have the strength to resist.
Violence throughout my mind however,
Why I cannot tell. My thoughts are
Xeric and bitter.
Yokes pile up on my shoulders, bringing me down. For those others in the danger
Zone, get out before death is inavoidable like it surely is now for me. Goodbye now.


Suicide note-by SirHenryFisher