My Suicide Note
This is my suicide note from a few months ago.. I still feel this way. I'm pretty dangerous.
A Lost Tomorrow
On the horizon, the golden brown sky slowly melts into the soft pink heavens above my head. The soft white clouds dot the sky in a way that is pleasing to my eye. Reaching up to touch the beautiful scene above me, feeling the emptiness in my hands, that same feeling fills my heart.
The emptiness... The dissapointment.
Looking into my empty hand, I realize that there is no point. There is no point in my routine of reaching up to this beautiful scene, and looking into my empty hand, only to realize more and more that there is no point.
I can never reach the heavenly skies. I can never reach that joy and happiness, nor will I ever be able to even get close to it. My feet are grounded and hold me down to this world of misery and pain and empty happiness. I can never reach the beautiful sky if my feet are grounded and stuck to this world.
What’s the point? What’s the point of trying to reach to that sky anyways? I know that I can never reach it unless I detach myself from this world in death. I have nothing here to be happy about. But if I reach that sky, that beautiful pink sky...
I’ll finally be happy.
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