Sayori's last poem
I'm waking up for the last time, going to put pen to line and let everyone know that I'm doing fine. I prepare a breakfast of heart aches and pancakes covered in a syrup of tears.
My best friend walks me to school hand in hand. He supports me, he loves me but what I am going through, he will never understand. My school classmates keep me warm in a world so cold but I don't want them to ever see me sad, so I cover their eyes with a blindfold.
I read my poem for the Literature club and everyone beamed with delight, unaware that it's my final write. I have been dealing with depression for quite awhile even though in class I make everyone smile. I have constant feelings of dread and racing thoughts in my head. It's like a curse and even though I try, I can't reverse its course. They say things will get better but they only get worse.
I am haunted by sadness that never leaves. This emotional pain drenches me like a downpour and I seek refuge in my bed, unable to face the days ahead. I'm a rainbow seen through a shattered prism and bringing joy to my friends is my coping mechanism. If they are happy, I should be to, but no matter what I do, I'm not.
So, before I go, I just want you all to know there was nothing you could have said or done. I chose the rope after giving up hope. It failed to break my neck and suddenly I felt regret and clawed at the noose hoping to get it loose, but failed. From this horrible depression I'm finally free but now all my friends are crying because of me.