Suicide Note

Suicide Note

By

Daniel Webster



I give up.

I lost the will to live.

I hold this blade to my wrist.

I sharpened it so the cut will be smooth.

So sharp that the cut of my skin would be like cutting warm butter.

Listen friends and family.

This is not your fault.

This is of my own.

You have done nothing wrong in my life.

You have been there by my side through rough times.

You have all done so much.

You’ve all put up with me and my shit.

I love you all so very, very much.

I am sorry.

Please forgive me for what I am about to do.

Setting myself free.

Suicide is the only way.

This is for the best.

Please. Don’t mourn for me.

I am not worth the tears.

I have lost it all.

I have nothing left.

Nothing inside.

I am an empty shell.

Please. Let go of me.

Remember my name.

But don’t remember me.

Erase me from your minds.

From your hearts.

Forget me.

I’m not worth the time.

For I am about to die.

Now the knife is touching my skin.

Resting on my wrist.

It will cut my wrist just like warm butter.

This is my goodbye.

I am sorry friends and family.

I love you all and remember that this isn’t your fault.

Goodbye.

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