A Suicide Note
(Things I never did as a Catholic kid)
My last crying plea for help and no one to answer the call.
The way things look about me, I needn’t speak at all.
Hurry now and do the deed... a moment and it’s done!
A smile now awakes the face “The battles not lost, but won!”
At last my crying hatred soul has fallen down to rest.
Many lessened battles; fewer will I pest.
So open up that putrid ground! Unleash that haunting chatter!
I know what now awaits me, but somehow it doesn’t matter.
Life’s not what they said it’d be. I guess it’s just as well,
for the place I’m at is just the same though now it’s known as Hell
(1977)
Written during a moment of despair when I was 14.
