Notes on a Suicide

I’m so sorry you have to find me like this,
Staring sightlessly up at the ceiling,
Lying in a pool of my own scarlet blood,
Leaking from my wrists

I’m so sorry you have to find me like this,
Pouring crimson regret from my soul,
My own, wounded soul, gashed so deeply,
Dying in my chest,

I’m so sorry you have to find me like this,
And I know you’ll blame yourself,
Please don’t, as my last wish, please don’t,
Lying will not help

I’m so sorry you have to find me like this,
My mortal self bound and tied,
Bleeding from the inside out, outside in,
Crying out for help

I’m so sorry you have to find me like this,
Knife deep in my flesh, my veins,
Clothes stained velvet red, face red, eyes red,
Never see again

I’m so sorry you have to find me like this,
And do not shed a tear, I am here,
I am free, I am happy, I’m resurrected,
From my broken, bloodied self

I’m so sorry you have to find me like this,
Screaming ‘Salvation’ as I fly,
At least I tried to kill the pain, smother it
But only bled more,

I’m so sorry you have to find me like this,
But do not have fear, my friend,
There was nothing you could do in this cruel world,
At least I’m happy now.