The Suicide Note

Suicide Note.

The Suicide Note 

This morning, I find myself on top of this building, the highest in the city.   

In a way, its height symbolizes my own success in life,   

A pinnacle reached, yet a chasm unbridged. 

I fear, this will be my last view, my ending point. 

From here, the world looks small, dwarfed and distant,   

I see my achievements etched on it and shine bright,   

Yet in the solitude of this towering height,   

Fulfillment continues to elude me, 

I am only confronted by a vast, empty void, 

A hole in my heart that cannot be filled. 

With career success a constant companion, 

I sought solace in the clamor of stage recognitions,  

In the bustle and hustle of parties,   

In the fleeting warmth of crowded rooms,   

But found only echoes of my loneliness,   

Hollow, unholy laughters that could not fill the void. 

I drank to numb the relentless ache,   

To drown the silent screams of emptiness,   

Yet each glass only seemed to dig and deepen the chasm,   

A temporary veil over a permanent sorrow. 

In the pursuit of wealth and renown,   

I buried myself deeper in the grind,   

But the more I amassed, the more I realized   

That success was but a gilded cage to trap my soul. 

The accolades, the honors, the adulation—   

They became chains that bound me tighter,   

Each achievement a reminder of my isolation,   

Each award a token of my solitude, 

Only heightened my hunger for more, for more and more. 

And so, on top this building, as I stand here at its edge, I am alone, 

The city’s grandeur spread beneath,   

This high loneliness here is the irony of my own ascent—   

A high so lofty, yet so lonely. 

To my friends and family, I apologize,   

For being an inconvenience in demise.   

I have strived and achieved all that was expected, searched for fulfillment  

But in searching, only emptiness I have gained. 

Say goodbye to my niece, Lucy 

For she were my true joy amidst the despair,   

A fleeting light in the endless night, 

A child I couldn’t have,  

May she remember me not for my success, but for the love I had for her. 

Before I jump, I hope to find peace   

In the silence that has eluded me in life,   

A final release from the void that success could never fill. 

Don’t cry, don’t shudder at the news, 

Don’t sorrow, be happy, like I came into this life,  

I’m onto the next adventure,  

Perhaps life was too easy,  

Too simple for me.  

Till we meet. 

EzroniX Poetry.