Never really thought about it, if I where to commit suicide I would make it clear who's fault it would be aka my own, I would tell a few people what I really thought about them and wish them luck. And also I would see them soon
man, i would either leave one envelope with my severed middle finger in it, labeled suicide note, or i would say that i died because i finally completed my very own hydrogen bomb , but the government murdered me
OMG! :lol: THAT, is the best damn friggin' laugh I've had all day. Well written, my friend. :applause: Since my *immediate* family is all dead and gone, I'd have to leave the note to my SO of 16 years, and friends. IF, I left a suicide note, it might go something like this (or not, it all depends on the mood, right?): Dear lover/niece/nephew/good friends/work buddies: "Moving to Maine was the worst decision I have ever made. So this outcome was inevitable." That's the Reader's Digest version.
I wouldn't ever do it, but here's mine: Out of cigarettes and out of blow. The music is dead and so is my soul. Grind up my lungs and have a bowl.
If I were depressed and about to kill myself, the suicide letter would say something like: oops i pulled the trigger.
i think id want to leave some crazy puzzle behind that would take people years to figure out what i was really like, that would be fucking sweet
I hope this confuses you as much as you confused me I hope you were about to start talking to me again and apologize next time you saw me I hope that for the rest of your life you have a little piece missing, constantly reminding you how how bad you fucked me up I hope this doesn't make sense to you I hope you realize you could have prevented this with just one conversation My only regret is that I don't get to see how much this fucks you up
I've written one before and all I said was why i was killing myself and how i couldnt take everything anymore. It was really sad. I was going through a lot at that time and i just had so much pain inside me that i wanted to get rid of it the fast way. But im a happier person now and wont be writing another one for the rest of my life.
dear world - sctratched out, pointless fucking world i leave this place upon my choice, may i just say many people helped me come to this decision - but it was carried out by me. its not the worlds fault, but shit that inhabits it, there is no point to life, just enjoy it for aslong as you can, i have - no i see nomore point in living. i hope noone worriesabout me, i never believed in heaven crap and that means im eiter gone completely or burning in hell- eitherway so what. i just wanted to say i love the people around me, all of them close to me, even tho all majorly flawed, perfect is boring and meaningless. i always wished my corpse to be sent off into space in a capsule, with all of my most prised belongings. the book i wrote to be in there too. goodbye, and please dont miss me for i will love you always through u knowing it (the t scribbles off as i pull the trigger with the bullet tearing through my skin, piercing my skull, starting to cut through the brain cooking the tissue before tearing it, leaving through the other side of my head spraying blood on the letter and everything).