The Note

It seems like snow is falling slower

Outside the windows of my eyes;

I’m dying, sinking ever lower

Each day; you couldn’t help me rise;


And there, beyond the reach of voices,

Laughter and promises of spring

I’m waiting – not to be recovered,

I’m waiting to feel free to leave;


My chest and skull are full of acid,

My mouth is foul with cruel words;

I keep it shut, and smile as always:

It hurts so much, it doesn’t hurt;


Don’t shake me for I am not sleeping,

Don’t wait for me – I won’t be soon;

To save my heart I have to take this

One last step up – into the noose;


I’m sorry about every tear you’ll cry;

I swear to you, the fault is only mine;

I love you, and I know you know it, so


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