How to Write a Funny Suicide Note

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"Its so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself. That's above and beyond everything else, and it's not a mental complaint-it's a physical thing, like it's physically hard to open your mouth and make the words come out. They don't come out smooth and in conjunction with your brain the way normal people's words do; they come out in chunks as if from a crushed-ice dispenser; you stumble on them as they gather behind your lower lip. So you just keep quiet."
― Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story

"Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier 'til this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that – everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been. V."
― Virginia Woolf

"I don't want to hurt you or anybody so please forget about me. Just try. Find yourself a better friend."
― Nina LaCour, Hold Still

"There used to be days that I thought I was okay, or at least that I was going to be. We'd be hanging out somewhere and everything would just fit right and I would think 'it will be okay if it can just be like this forever' but of course nothing can ever stay just how it is forever."
― Nina LaCour, Hold Still

"And I want to tell you about everything but I can't because I couldn't stand for you to have that look on your face all the time. I just need you to look at me and think that I'm normal. I just really need that from you."
― Nina LaCour, Hold Still

"عزيزي ثيو:
إلى أين تمضي الحياة بي؟ ما الذي يصنعه العقل بنا؟ إنه يفقد الأشياء بهجتها ويقودنا نحو الكآبة...

... إنني أتعفن مللا لولا ريشتي وألواني هذه، أعيد بها خلق الأشياء من جديد.. كل الأشياء تغدو باردة وباهتة بعدما يطؤها الزمن.. ماذا أصنع؟ أريد أن أبتكر خطوطا وألوانا جديدة، غير تلك التي يتعثر بصرنا بها كل يوم.

كل الألوان القديمة لها بريق حزين في قلبي. هل هي كذلك في الطبيعة أم أن عيني مريضتان؟ ها أنا أعيد رسمها كما أقدح النار الكامنة فيها.

في قلب المأساة ثمة خطوط من البهجة أريد لألواني أن تظهرها، في حقول "الغربان" وسنابل القمح بأعناقها الملوية. وحتى "حذاء الفلاح" الذي يرشح بؤسا ثمة فرح ما أريد أن أقبض عليه بواسطة اللون والحركة... للأشياء القبيحة خصوصية فنية قد لا نجدها في الأشياء الجميلة وعين الفنان لا تخطئ ذلك.

اليوم رسمت صورتي الشخصية ففي كل صباح، عندما أنظر إلى المرآة أقول لنفسي:

أيها الوجه المكرر، يا وجه فانسان القبيح، لماذا لا تتجدد؟

أبصق في المرآة وأخرج ...

واليوم قمت بتشكيل وجهي من جديد، لا كما أرادته الطبيعة، بل كما أريده أن يكون:

عينان ذئبيتان بلا قرار. وجه أخضر ولحية كألسنة النار. كانت الأذن في اللوحة ناشزة لا حاجة بي إليها. أمسكت الريشة، أقصد موس الحلاقة وأزلتها.. يظهر أن الأمر اختلط علي، بين رأسي خارج اللوحة وداخلها... حسنا ماذا سأفعل بتلك الكتلة اللحمية؟

أرسلتها إلى المرأة التي لم تعرف قيمتي وظننت أني أحبها.. لا بأس فلتجتمع الزوائد مع بعضها.. إليك أذني أيتها المرأة الثرثارة، تحدثي إليها... الآن أستطيع أن أسمع وأرى بأصابعي. بل إن إصبعي السادس "الريشة" لتستطيع أكثر من ذلك: إنها ترقص وتب وتداعب بشرة اللوحة...

أجلس متأملاً :

لقد شاخ العالم وكثرت تجاعيده وبدأ وجه اللوحة يسترخي أكثر... آه يا إلهي ماذا باستطاعتي أن أفعل قبل أن يهبط الليل فوق برج الروح؟ الفرشاة. الألوان. و... بسرعة أتداركه: ضربات مستقيمة وقصيرة. حادة ورشيقة..ألواني واضحة وبدائية. أصفر أزرق أحمر.. أريد أن أعيد الأشياء إلى عفويتها كما لو أن العالم قد خرج تواً من بيضته الكونية الأولى.

مازلت أذكر:

كان الوقت غسقا أو ما بعد الغسق وقبل الفجر. اللون الليلكي يبلل خط الأفق... آه من رعشة الليلكي. عندما كنا نخرج إلى البستان لنسرق التوت البري. كنت مستقراً في جوف الشجرة أراقب دودة خضراء وصفراء بينما "أورسولا" الأكثر شقاوة تقفز بابتهاج بين الأغصان وفجأة اختل توازنها وهوت. ارتعش صدري قبل أن تتعلق بعنقي مستنجدة. ضممتها إلي وهي تتنفس مثل ظبي مذعور... ولما تناءت عني كانت حبة توت قد تركت رحيقها الليلكي على بياض قميصي.. منذ ذلك اليوم، عندما كنت في الثانية عشرة وأنا أحس رحيقها الليلكي على بياض قميصي.. منذ ذلك اليوم، عندما كنت في الثانية عشرة وأنا أحس بأن سعادة ستغمرني لو أن ثقباً ليلكياً انفتح في صدري ليتدفق البياض... يا لرعشة الليلكي ...

الفكرة تلح علي كثيراً فهل أستطيع ألا أفعل؟ كامن في زهرة عباد الشمس، أيها اللون الأصفر يا أنا. أمتص من شعاع هذا الكوكب البهيج. أحدق وأحدق في عين الشمس حيث روح الكون حتى تحرقني عيناي.

شيئان يحركان روحي: التحديق بالشمس، وفي الموت.. أريد أن أسافر في النجوم وهذا البائس جسدي يعيقني! متى سنمضي، نحن أبناء الأرض، حاملين مناديلنا المدماة ..

- ولكن إلى أين؟

- إلى الحلم طبعاً.

أمس رسمت زهوراً بلون الطين بعدما زرعت نفسي في التراب، وكانت السنابل خضراء وصفراء تنمو على مساحة رأسي وغربان الذاكرة تطير بلا هواء. سنابل قمح وغربان. غربان وقمح... الغربان تنقر في دماغي. غاق... غاق.. كل شيء حلم. هباء أحلام، وريشة التراب تخدعنا في كل حين.. قريباً سأعيد أمانة التراب، وأطلق العصفور من صدري نحو بلاد الشمس.. آه أيتها السنونو سأفتح لك القفص بهذا المسدس:

القرمزي يسيل. دم أم النار؟

غليوني يشتعل:

الأسود والأبيض يلونان الحياة بالرمادي. للرمادي احتمالات لا تنتهي: رمادي أحمر، رمادي أزرق، رمادي أخضر. التبغ يحترق والحياة تنسرب. للرماد طعم مر بالعادة نألفه، ثم ندمنه، كالحياة تماماً: كلما تقدم العمر بنا غدونا أكثر تعلقا بها... لأجل ذلك أغادرها في أوج اشتعالي.. ولكن لماذا؟! إنه الإخفاق مرة أخرى. لن ينتهي البؤس أبداً...

وداعاً يا ثيو، "سأغادر نحو الربيع"."
― Vincent van Gogh

"I am going to put myself to sleep now for a bit longer than usual. Call it Eternity"
― Kosinski, Jerzy

"This is what I want so don't be sad."
― Nina LaCour, Hold Still

"Finished in a frenzy that reminded me of our last night in Cambridge. Watched my final sunrise. Enjoyed a last cigarette. Didn't think the view could be any more perfect until I saw that beat-up trilby. Honestly, Sixsmith, as ridiculous as that thing makes you look, I don't believe I've ever seen anything more beautiful. Watched you for as long as I dared. I don't believe it was a fluke that I saw you first. I believe there is another world waiting for us, Sixsmith. A better world, and I'll be waiting for you there. I believe we do not stay dead long. Find me beneath the Corsican stars, where we first kissed.

Yours eternally, R.F."
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

"When I am dead, and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain drenched hair,
Tho you should lean above me broken hearted,
I shall not care.
For I shall have peace.
As leafey trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough.
And I shall be more silent and cold hearted
Than you are now"
― Sara Teasdale

"Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck."
― George Sanders

"When all usefulness is over, when one is assured of an unavoidable and imminent death, it is the simplest of human rights to choose a quick and easy death in place of a slow and horrible one."
― Charlotte Perkins Gilman

"You never can tell, though, with suicide notes, can you? In the planetary aggregate of all life, there are many more suicide notes than there are suicides. They're like poems in that respect, suicide notes: nearly everyone tries their hand at them some time, with or without the talent. We all write them in our heads. Usually the note is the thing. You complete it, and then resume your time travel. It is the note and not the life that is cancelled out. Or the other way round. Or death. You never can tell, though, can you, with suicide notes."
― Martin Amis, Money

"You ought to know, you were my best friend. You were. I know you loved me. I loved you.
No one should have gone through what we went through, but we did. And it kills me to think of it.
But I didn't love you like you loved me. I don't hate you for that. It just makes me sorry, that there isn't someone else who could love you better.
I know when you think about how I went, you'll get it. I was always uneasy about being alive. The idea of being dead makes me feel clear. When I think of it. It makes me think peace, peace, peace. It makes me happy. I am looking forward to it, to the absence of everything. And so I want you to be happy for me, that this is better for me. That I found what I needed. I know you won't be. But it's the last thing I want. You happy."
― Alexander Chee, Edinburgh

"Mais, vrai, J'ai trop pleure! Les aubes sont navrantes. What a sad and beautiful line that is. I'd always hoped that someday I'd be able to use it."
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

"I feel certain that I'm going mad again, I feel we can't go thru another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices"
― Virginia Woolf

"You make me lovely, and it's so lovely to be lovely to the one I love..."
― Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

"They tried to get me—I got them first!"
― Vachel Lindsay

"Impartially, shrewdly, I considered suicide, though not in my worst moments. The bottle of pills. The note: 'No hard feelings, everyone, but I've thought about it and it's just not on, is it? It's nearly on, but not quite. No? Anyway, all the best, C."
― Martin Amis, The Rachel Papers

"I tried"
― Nomzamo Nhlumayo

"no more pain. wake no more. nobody owns"
― James Joyce, Ulysses

"I just need a rest, im tired about being an asshole and making everyone bad, i really hope that everyone have a very goood life, you know... when i think about kill myself i feel peace, i tried to make good things in my life and all of that is a fucking mistake, i cant even look at people at the face, i have lost confidence and i am always sad, shit, i really hope that god forgive's me and everyone that i love, i know that i have people that love's me but i cant keep doing this, i already hate me."
― -Raeju

"Four thousand years ago, an Egyptian wrote out his despair onto papyrus in the form of a narrative and four short-versed poems. This document, now in the Berlin Museum, is thought by British psychiatrist Chris Thomas to be the first suicide note [...]

"Death is before me today
As a man longs to see his house
When he has spent years in captivity."
― Kay Redfield Jamison, Night Falls Fast: Understanding Suicide

"In the case of suicide, people think that no fight was involved they merely think that the person couldn't take it and felt weak. They forget all the mental struggles the person faced because the were invisible and sometimes unspoken and unexposed to anyone. This attitude of society is wrong."
― Deeksha Arora

"For whom I should live. I am not worth living. Who am I?
I love something and left it..didn't made effort to get it
I loved people and left it
People loved me and i hurt them
I m not worth anything
Isn't it better to just die. I hope death is easy
just like a switch..you turn it off..complete darkness
nothing to see then"
― Juhi

"Love, success, and friendship are not always enough to counter the pain and destructiveness of severe mental illness. American artist Ralph Barton tried to explain this in his suicide note:

'Everyone who has known me and who hears of this will have a different hypothesis to offer to explain why I did it. Practically all of these hypotheses will be dramatic—and completely wrong. Any sane doctor knows that the reasons for suicide are invariably psychopathological. Difficulties in life merely precipitate the event—and the true suicide type manufactures his own difficulties."
― Kay Redfield Jamison

"Healthy in body and mind, I end my life before pitiless old age which has taken from me my pleasures and joys one after another; and which has been stripping me of my physical and mental powers, can paralyse my energy and break my will, making me a burden to myself and to others"
― Paul Lafargue

"All this buttoning and unbuttoning"
― Anonymous

"I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to stay long enough to graduate and get a job. I'm sorry that I'm leaving you. I hope in the next life I will have a better childhood, parents, and friends. I hope it's better than this life I hope it's not as sad as this life. I'm so sorry that I couldn't match up and fit your expectations for you. I'm sorry for not being enough for you and not being the greatest at everything. I'm tired, tired of all of this. You shouldn't be sad that I'm gonna be leaving the world's overpopulation anyway and I won't matter there and the worlds gonna die and end either way. I wish I got the help I needed. I wish I was able to open up and be able to cry. I wish I was able to feel something but now I'm empty and can't feel anything like I'm avoiding. I wish I made a better decision in making friends. I wish I was able to talk to someone. I know life isn't fair and that it's shitty and not everything will go to plan so I hope you can understand me for leaving it might take a while so I'm sorry your gonna have to go through this. I'm sorry for the pain I'm gonna put you through. It's my fault your gonna be sad now. Please don't be sad that I'll be gone. Be happy for me because this is what I want. Let me go and be free from this endless depressing cycle I have."
― Audrey Ortiz

"as a person who felt with suicidal thoughts i thought i should post a short quote from older letters of mine that i've never used.

"to my dearest friends and family. i know you'll miss me, but don't. i am the lowest being that there'll ever be; you should live your life without me. i promise you'll be able to move on. i'll be in your heart always. no matter what. to my love; my one and only; thank you. we've been through hard times and i don't want you to hate me for what has already been done. you are my sunshine the love to my heart, and air in my lungs, and the one person who ever listened. don't cry at my funeral; laugh instead. i'll remember you no matter where i go after death. love AS"
― AS

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