The Note He Left

"I am an empty one with a broken soul. I let go to quick and the string fell through my fingers. My life is so complicated. It's like trying to describe the color blue to a person who can't see, or trying to describe my favorite song to someone who can't here.

My thoughts keep tripping over eachother, almost as if they have thoughts of their own. I whisper to myself 'scream louder, the pain will stop.' But I don't believe it. I need a reality check, Mom, To learn truth from lies.

I can feel it, when people just say 'there goes another fucked up teenager, he's a social suicide' I'm trapped. I've got dyed black hair and crimson red drops on my wrist.

I truly understand pain. My life is a book filled with nothing but empty pages. As tears leave stains on this page I realize I'm scratched out. I'm a dreamer who doesn't dream.

I'm my own prison and I need to get out. Life's a game and I just lost. I've always wondered what's on the other side of the mirror. I realize the weak can never win.

I must go...When you find this you'll see a broken, suicidal teenage boy on a swingset, with a bullet through his brain and cuts on his wrist.

I'm on my way to finding the silhouette in me Mom. I'm just mad that you never saw the real problem.

I'm heading down the gravel road with the shadows, Mom. I see the beautiful light.

I love you."