A Suicide Note

Can't make sense of it
getting rid of my burden
still, it haunts me everynight
striking during unexpected hours

Am not sure if you reciprocate
Am not sure if you do feel hate
Am not sure if you see through me
Am not sure about my position

I will wither in the coming of spring
I told you that but seem not to mind it
I asked helped but I was snared at
I felt trust but it was a mirage

Troubled, I am not in touch with the herd
Anxious, I go against oceans of tides
Numb, I live caged in other's will
Death, I may soon succumb.

9-29-97
2:04 A.M.

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