Let life know I beat it at its own game.

Its armed soldiers loaded at the lips

They launch their words at me like angled disks.

Aimed at my legs, bringing me to my knees.

Fail, after fall, after fear

I can’t get up! I cant get up!

But “Oh, Sweet girl, you won’t hurt anyone in vain.”

I won’t hurt others- this is self inflicted pain.

The world doesn’t have plenty to offer

Like Nightlock on an open palm.

It offers only crushed dreams and lost hopes.

You have no say you’re in greater power’s scope.

I was told it didn’t matter what I did if I did it right.

But what if I don’t pick the pen, and instead I pick the fight.

Now I lay six feet underground (down? below?)

While my soul rises sixty-million feet above.

Down below, I admire the only three people I see.

Beloved family I hate the way you weep

Grandma, Grandpa, Brother.

I hate to see you mourn, but before you didn’t even bother

to look me in the eyes and tell me you loved me.

to hug me tight and tell me it would be okay.

Because it wasn’t okay.

Now I bid you farewell

I know you’ll move on.

Don’t quote these unworthy words that I wrote.

I’m sorry; This is my suicide note.