Do they always talk?
Do they ever listen?
Can I be happy for 5 minutes?
Please leave me alone
Go bother someone else, no, don’t
Because it makes my heart shatter
To read about McKenzie Adams
Are you mad this poem I wrote
Before your little suicide note
Please leave me alone
Don’t you see me on the phone?
Talking to a stranger about you
I know it’s the easy way out, cool
I must admit
Your kind of thinking is attractive
I think about you twice a day, you’re a habit
I wanna kick you, not the bucket
So many things I wanna do on that list, number 15,418 you will love it
Can you at least leave me alone in public?
Especially when I’m at work
I know you think I’m only saying that because I’m an introvert
I know I ain’t nobody’s daddy but Su’
I’m somebody’s son, someone’s brother, Ant and Chh uncle
He wants to live with me and play video games
But I can’t even take care of myself, oh what a shame
They say every time somebody die a child is born
I really thought about doing it on my birthday but got a text that left me torn
Of all days my niece came into the world
And I didn’t wanna rob her of that bond on her future birthdays, just yesterday your mama was my little girl
Can you hear that you suicidal maniac?
Can you leave me alone now?
All you heard was my zodiac?
If I don’t do it the cancer will attack?
Now … why you had to go and remind me of that?
If you was a person I would call you mean
If you was a person I would call you me (And!)
He enters like Kramer exit Seinfeld
The E-X sloppily slobbed on the knob
The I-T clowned around the peephole, hell
Of a hello ain’t good at goodbyes, sob
When waving, the heart-line in my palm cries
Gotta try to trick head-line it’s a hey
In a voice that’s not flat for the life-line
But your ears hurt and bleed hearing this pain
From stepping on grapes to stepping on glass
Put the H in wine, salty description
Soggy clothes, boat shoes an anchor attached
Can’t see through the tears so my eyes listen
Clean specs, tail end of shirt dry just a smidge
Get over it, yeah walk, don’t jump off bridge
Jobs confided in Sculley that he believed he would die young, and therefore he needed to accomplish things quickly so that he would make his mark on Silicon Valley history. “We all have a short period of time on earth,” he told the Sculleys as they sat around the table that morning. “We probably only have the opportunity to do a few things really great and do them well. None of us has any idea how long we’re going to be here, nor do I, but my feeling is I’ve got to accomplish a lot of these things while I’m young.”
What is a long-term suicide note? It’s the same as a standard suicide note with the exception of being written for a future date if you don’t achieve your ultimate goal in life. Har-old, here are 5 reasons on why you should let the ink from your pen bleed:
You WILL get things done faster!
Life is unfair! But what exactly IS the most unfair thing about life? Not knowing when you’re going to die! Shoulder-shrugging to this answer causes you to think you will live forever, especially being a young person. And when you think you will live forever, you got all the time in the world to do things. You’re slow to act. Compare this to older people. They achieve more. Why? It’s not because they have more experience, wisdom, or connections. It’s because they associate their old age with being closer to death. As a result, their productivity shoots through the roof!
Helps you be present
It’s a sticky note on your mirror. One of the first questions you should ask yourself every morning is, “If today was the last day of my life, would I want to do what I’m about to do today?” Wednesday? No! Thursday? No! Friday? No! WTF?! You want to know why you haven’t answered yes yet? Because often times you don’t even know what you’re going to do today. That’s called STILL not planning out your entire week every Saturday morning. 4-5 hours of planning will shield you from drifting, wasting time, and doing things out of boredom. It’s funny TODAY is in the middle of PAST and FUTURE because it definitely gets sandwiched like the thin slice of meat it is. The PAST is the BOTTOM bun for a reason. The FUTURE is the TOP bun so you can remove it to check the condition of the sandwich (you). Is the meat well-done? Is the cheese melted? Is there spit on your burger? Start eating without the bread. Give the sandwich of life more meat. Make today your bitch!
Puts you in control
Did you ask to be here? Take control from your parents and kill yourself. But not now, of course! Remember when you conducted that college survey for Yeebizan? Remember what you listened to because you was shy about pitching strangers your idea? Steve Jobs Stanford Commencement Speech! That part about death was the drive behind your fearlessness. No matter how cold the world is, you will always be naked out here. Accept death! YOU WILL DIE ONE DAY! I’m trying to turn that vague, mysterious “one day” into a clear, definite date. Remembering that day will put you in control of your fears. You’re wasting your time telling your parents you didn’t ask to be in this old cold world. Take back your control, rule the world, and go back to being a pain in the balls.
Associate with those that say, “If I don’t *insert ultimate goal* by the time I’m 50, I’m killing myself.” People say that jokingly. Well, hold them accountable! If they don’t take care of their responsibility, give them the Tyler Durden to Raymond treatment in the back of the convenience store and kill them if they’re not on their way to becoming a veterinarian in 6 weeks. I’m not playing!
Take advantage of your youth
Ugh! I feel like killing you right now for making me write this to begin with! I said this last October! You won’t have no youth to protect you if you keep waiting.
I don’t care what format it’s in. Read it every night if you write it. Listen to it every night if you record it. Watch it every night if you tape it.
P.S. These letters are about to get real interesting! Tags fantasy, science fiction, and movies are coming soon!