While you read the pain in this

Little note of my own,

You will read these answers

While you are still stoned.

It seems like I have nothing to live for

And I will end up dying anyway,

So on this fucked up planet called

Earth I will no longer stay.

I don’t know how I will complete this task

That I have so willingly prepared,

And to this pain I will give to myself

As though I have dared.

You can leave me

Home alone today,

And come back to see

Me as still I lay.

The red stuff on this paper

Is no special ink,

But is it pain of even BLOOD

You begin to think.

I don’t know either I suppose

All I remember is a knife to my throat.

My life is fucked up and I know

That is the last I have to say,

The last breath of my life

Will be today.

Maybe if you would have

Said that you loved me so,

Then I don’t believe that

I wouldn’t have to go.

I think your pulling up into the driveway

So I have to end it soon,

I loved you too but you have

Driven me to my doom.

But you are on the porch

I want to at least say goodbye,

Right before I slice my throat

And…. begin to die.

Leah Schleyer

April 20, 2002

copyright: 2002