Suicide Letter

Why should I be here?
Another faceless suite in life
Everyday the same
Wake
Eat
Work
Eat
Sleep
That’s not a life
A live is venturing the unknown
But new is scary
Neck ties like similarities
Towers of glass
Boxes of silicon
Made of metal
Glass covered plastic
Numbers beyond comprehension
You need something new?
Take this hood
Cover your head
Take the rope
Noose your neck
Take this blade
Make it find a vain
Do this to society
Is it bad?
A kid can kill a classmate
Parents blame it on Marilyn Manson
Is he bad?
Did Marilyn tell that kid to do so?
No
The kid made a choice
I can’t take it
I want to kill every mother fucker that thinks it was music or a game that turned the child bad
What does blame accomplish?
Posting bad parenting on an out side source
How’s that for a change from wake to eat to work to eat to sleep?
What?
Want some more?
A scrawny white man who stands 5 foot 7
He does a triple murder
A huge black man who stands 6 foot 4
Does armed robbery
The white man gets life in prison
The black man gets death
Why?
Race?
Who know the reason?
Society in general does
Society is scared of difference
The white man should have died in the same way he killed
How’s that for a change in the average day?
Society together will make up one fucking decision
One person will make up one fucking decision
But wait
Freedom of thought
That means more than one decision
Does more equal less?
That’s what society teaches
Isn’t it?
How’s that for a change?
That’s why I’m writing
Jotting down fucking letters and numbers
I can’t take society
Isolation can solve it
Take away the average slave
Gain a spot for a replacement
But no
Its to quiet of a solution
Don’t think that I haven’t thought about it
Because I have
Same with the mind of every other fucker reading this
And everyone who isn’t
This is a problem solver in a way that screams
It will not go unheard
That’s why I’m writing this
A suicide letter to a “free” world
A suicide letter to break up a single thought society
A suicide letter saying truth
Is it wrong?
Yes
But than again
Isn’t society wrong too?
Not accepting change will
Isn’t that wrong?

(This poem isn‘t an actual suicide letter, it is a 
Sad truth in the point of view of society in my eyes. 
We‘re killing our selves, blame points a finger, it’s
Not anyone else but the creator of the idea, others 
Are followers, if they act their using their mind? 
The title I picked to get attention for this poem)