This is my suicide note, if anyone cares to hear.

My heart is of the ebony crow, if it makes it ever so clear.

I have been screaming for what seems like a million years,

and yet, no one looked at my shed tears.

The paths I walk are buckled and weeds have now overgrown,

I am just the clipped wings of a bird who once gracefully flown.

I'm a caged up zoo creature out on degrading display,

all of my stressing, I have no nerves left to fray.

I apologize for the mistake of my unfortunate birth,

and I hope the world will forgive my shameful worth.

If you want to find me, look at the bottom of well being,

where the fall would have killed, and my life would be fleeing.