Dear Suicide...

Heavy, Heavy

I wish the weight of Ms. Society and the World would get off my back.

Will I ever be good enough for you?

I thought that I had at least met your lowest satisfaction -

I guess not.

Dissatisfaction is like poison to my emotional bloodstream -

It kills me inside.

Too unbearable.

I try to show you with a smile on my face,

but you frown upon what I do,

and my flowers slowly start to wilt away.

This weight is too heavy.

I long for peace.