Poem: The Note to Nobody About Nothing
I am depressed.
Right now, yesterday, and probably tomorrow I feel, felt, and probably will feel
this certainly ominous sensation beneath my skin.
It feels like the skin I'm in... It's not my own.
And this skin I'm in... It's unbearably cold.
I feel my heart crushing in my chest like an aluminum can.
It's being crushed by all the dissapointment, lost appreciation, and
disrespect. The several very things that we're all to blame.
I'll forgive you all... Don't worry, don't worry at all.
Oh I'll forgive you all... when I'm gone.
And I hope you do the same... I hope you do the same.
We'll all stop playing games... When we all stop playing games.
This note serves to inform, all those who are concerned,
that when you find me(I'll be gone)... you can all go about your lives.
Don't let your egos distract.
Don't think it's about you and believe as fact.
Call me a selfish bastard and please don't blame yourself.
This note is to the nobody. The nobody who need to know about nothing else.
Ok, before any of you forward me the number to "Suicide Hotline" just take a deep breath and note that the "Poem:" prefix in the subject line indicates that this is entirely fiction. I wrote this after watching an episode of Law & Order: SVU the other night. So I apologize for the depressing topic, but I blame television for filling my head with bad emotions... and my mother says I'm impressionable. Pssh. :)