Suicide Note

I don't know where it begins,

Maybe when I started to feel an overwhelming pain,

Or maybe when that pain put myself into blame.

I can't help it, but to cry,

I tried to fix what's in me, a hundred try,

But I failed again and again, I can't deny.

How can I satisfy my thought?

Or should I say how can I escape the truth?

I'm tired of pushing myself to my best.

I am tired of being on a shadow nest,

I can't escape from this loneliness,

How can i reach the holiness?

Now that the only thing comes in mind—

is to end this fuckin' life,

End it with the rope on my neck—

using a knife,

In that case I am not able to feel the pain.

I am not able to feel hurt once again,

At last I am free from any judgement,

Rejection, failure and unlove chain.

--By _JaiJai

Ronjo Cayetano, 25 years old, from the province of Oriental Mindoro. He started writing poems when he was paralyzed and considers this hobby as a medication for his soul; to overcome depression.