Christ, where do I even start?

I’m out of ideas, I guess

I can’t think of what to write, apart

From what I usually do, poems

And stories that don’t mean much to anyone

But myself, and that’s not really

Useful, is it?

Kind of like love, which tears people apart

What’s this thing in my chest?

Some people call it a “heart”

“A gift from God,” although I don’t really know ‘im

Usually gifts are nice, but this one ain’t any fun

Now this is getting kind of silly,

And comedy ain’t worth sh–

Hold on, I just had an idea

Why don’t I turn this “Untitled Document”

Into a poem?

Now back onto the topic of love,

What I meant is love doesn’t have any

Value to me, if the person I love doesn’t

Reciprocate it, and feel the same

Otherwise it’s just an anvil being dropped on my

Head, making me look like an idiot

For other peoples’ amusement

Or an iron attached to my

Leg slowing me down, and I can’t get rid of it

Although, I could try and use it

For my own advantage

Just take it to the lucking fake

And drop myself in,

Sink all the way down to the bottom

Wait a minute, I spelled that first line wrong

Well, if there’s a prize for “Most Creative Suicide Note”

I’m sure as Hell getting the Gold Medal

Or I could wait for someone to yell, “Don’t!”

But I think I’ve lost all my mettle

I’ll have my last words be:

“Either the gun goes, or I do;

The choice is up to you”

Which is funny, because no one will

Be there when I say them,

So who am I talking to?