His Suicide Note
Dear Father
I wonder if you hear me
My screams not loud enough to wake the people that are near me
I am one of many, many who’ve fallen victim
But see I’m losing faith and the people they don’t listen
I feel as though my soul has already left my body
As I tremble in the cold I wonder if they are sorry
Sorry?
Those words I never did hear a lot
I seem to be your son more than my fathers, he forgot
I wonder if I am worthy of this mission you call life
Because see I’m walking down this road but I don’t understand the hype
And as I encounter problems with most of your human life
I can’t help but lose the stamina to fight for what is right
Cause I see wrong
Wrong in the way that they preach religion but sin every time they judge somebody who is different
Wrong in the way that the color of our skin defines whether or not we deserve recognition
Wrong that my sister feels she doesn't fit in because every magazine claims you have to be thin
Wrong because two wrongs never make a right, and they’ll be sorry when I’m gone but forget me by the night
So am I wrong? For stating my opinion
I’m only 16 but the world is my opposition
I blame society for putting me in this position because hate is taught and hate is what led me to this condition
I often wonder, actually I wonder a great deal
How I can cut so deep but yet still not feel?
I mean I feel the cut but I don’t ever feel alive, it’s like I see people living and I’m just waiting on mine
So do you hear me now? As I lay here silent
I never imagined a world could be so violent
I am one of many, bodies you will find forgotten about the world and simply left behind
Because hate, everybody saw nobody stopped
Hate, the taunts and hits that I copped
Hate, told that I’m a freak cause I’m not
Hate, until my body finally dropped
Hate
And now every word they wished they never said is the reason my mother has to walk in on her son dead
And this could’ve been prevented but the hate didn’t stopped
And you could call me anything but weak I am not
Weak is the people who stood there that did nothing
Weak is the reason hate is still something
Weak is not me
Weak is not I
For I told the truth and weak seems a lie
So I’m writing this letter in hope of some faith
That weak will regain its strength some day
And maybe just maybe if held in the right hands
This letter can be read by someone who understands
And even though I wouldn’t dare write my name
I;m hoping that this letter would spark up a change
And if someone is lying cold maybe spark up a flame
Stop playing with people’s lives because this is not a game
Change