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I wrote a poem

To my family and foe

Dropped it right by my limp body

Just so everyone would know...

When I wrote this letter

I took it to an artful peak

Its not like any other letter

Because this letter is unique

I didn't know if it would say goodbye

Or if it would explain

I didn't even really know

If it'd say who to blame.

No it doesn't say that, Theres no one to blame

This was a choice I chose to make

Out of unhappy occurances

That continued to make my soul weak

In my letter

I included some directions

They lead to all of my poems

They lead to all my confessions

I have written all of these poems

Each keeping me up so late at night

Maybe after you read them all

You'll realize it was an on going fight

Maybe after you've read them all

Each and every one

You'll realize what I went through

And there was nothing you could've done

I had cut, just a bit too far

Almost to the bone

But I didn't even care

When no help seemed to come

Now all that is left of me

Are the memories and poetry

Which both tell the story of

Why, from life, I had to flee

You don't have to miss me

It'd be rude to even ask

All I can ask is this favor

Never live behind a mask

Never let others rule your life

Don't let them control your emotions

Eventually it will lead to this

And this whole big commotion

A mother's blood curdling scream...

Commotion all about the note

And what this fallen angel wrote