This is not a suicide note

You say  life is a beautiful,

To play within its breezes, 

You say life is free,

To stroll on its beaches,

But I see them killed then abandoned,

Imprisoned and defeated,

Failures, buried.

And still you celebrate.

How can you celebrate?

Do you not see the tragedy?

Do you not feel the hardship?

For gods sake what womb bore you?

Of what land were you raised?

For I don’t see in life but its plights,

The eternal ennui,

Its harshness and troubles,

Please give me your eyes so that I may see what you see

For life has stolen my vision as I stagger through,

And I see nothing but darkness.

Yes I have given up,

Yes I am defeated

For what use is victory for me now

If I do not love what I have fought for?

I give up on life; I give to them what is left,

This is not a suicide note

Only my reasons for leaving

For I no longer care for waiting.