Trigger warning: suicide

As how the ink of my pen ends
the humorous laugh of mine ends
It's not I'm not okay about it
I'm happy that you found someone else.

Guess not all love will be acknowledged
as I bid my luck to you
take care of my friend
and take care of yourself.

This might be my last poem I've wrote
but in the other universe, I hope that my other me, whose love is yearning to someone
is reciprocated.

***

I can't stop myself from crying. It is only me, the paper filled with words, a pen, and a rope beside me.

I'm happy for them. But I can't endure killing myself day by day.

I already fixed the rope before I wrote this. Ang gagawin ko na lamang ay isasabit ito.

As I put down the pen, I've already did my job.

Nakasabit na ang lubid sa pinagsabitan nito, a design representing of something, something that even a kid would recognize.

I wrote a farewell letter afterwards, and stood in a chair.

I wear the rope like it was a precious necklace, a thing that everyone values due to its minerals and gems used.

I smiled as the rope hugs my neck. Looking at the paper swaying in the room due to the air from the outside.

I looked down, and smiled for the last time...

So, this is goodbye...