Suicide

Death is a scary thing.

We don’t know what it is.

It is the end of our life on Earth.

It is impossible to define.

Death is the end of all things

And sometimes,

I wish my own end were near.

I wish I could face death

And figure out all its secrets.

I don’t understand

The purpose of my life.

There is no meaning.

I have nothing to live for

So why live?

Why put off the inevitable?

It’s going to happen anyway.

No one needs me.

There are people who will miss me

But someday I would leave them anyway.

It’s better to do it now.

Before we create too many memories.

Before they become too attached.

Before I become too attached.

No one in this world needs me.

I have accomplished

All I need to do.

I am satisfied

With the life I have lived.

I am ready to go.

Please.

Let me go.