Suicide Note

By the time you begin reading the next few lines,I would already be dead. Yes, I know the names you will call me, the things you would say. But I am not craven.

I am brave. For I placed the blade on my skin, and with a deliberate movement, drove it through my wrist. There was blood, a little, then some more, making a crimson pattern on the floor. Mersmerized, I watched. My heart throbbed in my head. I listened closely to the sounds of my life. Any sign of death? I continued to wait...At last, he came.

I am brave. For I bid farewell to my body, my home of many years. Not one tear did I shed, as I watched a lump of flesh curled on the floor, devoid of a soul.

I am brave. For I chose...