The Suicide Note Somebody might get in touch to tell you. A few words on a screen, tiny and mean. Killed himself? Really? When? Last week. Finally. But they might not. This might be the only way you find out. Or you may never. The hosting will expire. Bills unpaid. Nobody checks this forgotten page, anyway. Maybe you preferred. Not knowing how. But for certain why. They committed suicide. That sucks. No reason left to live I guess. Maybe it's apparent now. Something was wrong. He was always off. We knew all along. People who are well loved and admired. Rarely end their own life. Unless by poisons, they're inspired. Even famously. Attention follows success. I hope you're not here when I get back. His own mother's final parting breath. Good. One less thing to feel sad about. Like a pulled tooth. The sensation, numb. A one way ticket to a foreign country. He was crazy. Hopeless. Unstable. Self-indulgent. A Self-made mendecant. Easy words to allay conscience. Negligence. Pestilence. Isolation. Rejection is a river of failure. I'm not going to help you. Surrounded by strangers. Indifferent. Incurious. Check his pockets. So stupid. So selfish. Just spreading pain. Wasted potential. If only he could have. Been better at life. Pathetic. Sad to witness. When he asked about. Finding some help. We all told him. You're a smart guy. You'll figure it out. Call not answered. Message unread. Hang in there. Nunca. Mente. Dead.