So I read Suicide Notes by Michael Thomas Ford awhile ago, and since I read it I've had the same thing going through my head. That was the suicide note the one girl left, I can't remember her name for the life of me, and I really can't get it out of my head. I loved the story when I was little, and now it's forever changed, and I found this awesome picture on tumblr, and had to save it to my computer. So now here is that picture, and enjoy the poem/story/suicide note.
And incase you can't read the picture, here are the words:
Seven little crazy kids chopping up sticks.
One burnt her daddy up and then there were six.
Six little crazy kids playing with a hive.
One tattooed himself to death and then there were five.
Five little crazy kids on a cellar door.
One went all schizo and then there were four.
Four little crazy kids going out to sea.
One wouldn't say a word then there were three.
Three little crazy kids walking to the zoo.
One jerked himself too much and then there were two.
Two little crazy kids sitting in the sun.
One took a bunch of pills and then there was one.
One little crazy kid left all alone.
He went and slit his wrists and then there were none.
I find it a little nerve racking since I won't lie, I have cut myself before in the past, and I probably will again in the future. The reason I know this is because I can tell, even if no one else believes me, I have something wrong with me, some major chemical imbalance, I mean I've attempted suffocation myself because I was bored 5 years ago.
But yeah, that's what I haven't been able to get out of my mind for some time now.
I suggest you read Suicide Notes by Michael Thomas Ford, it is a really good LGBTQ book. That and if you do read it, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE tell me what her name was again. I think it started with a C. Okay I'm done rambling.
