To my dearest,

By the time that this note reaches you, I will be gone.

I would have reached the skies above, where no mortal harm can reach me.

I will have gone to a place where there is no love for, or from, the abusers of your mind, body, and soul.

I have reached out to you, and you have taken me in your arms, only to beat and abuse me.

You say that you don't care for me, yet why do you throw kindness and love upon my body as if it is nothing?

Perhaps, had you loved me, then I would be there with you.

Perhaps, by loving me, you would not be reading this note.

Perhaps, perhaps, there are so many things that would have been, had you loved me.

By loving me, perhaps I would not have taken my life.

You abused my mind, body, and soul, and yet I still love you.

At first, I did not understand, but I see it clearly now.

You may have loved me, but you could not admit it.

Instead, you settle for abusing me, your hikari, your other self.

You admit nothing, so perhaps by taking my life, you will face yourself, your feelings.

I could not understand my own feelings, until I wrote this note.

I was going to take my life because I could not face the pain you caused me.

Now, I take my life because I cannot face living when I know you will never love me.

I'm sorry, I have started to cry, forgive me.

When I slit my wrists again, I will be gone.

You will not realize until it is too late.

I'm sorry, please forgive me, for I still love you.

You; the one who gives me pain,

You are the one who I am so much in love with.

You call to me during the night, and ask about the bliss I feel,

You ask me in the morning why my bed is stripped bare,

I have never been able to answer these questions, for I did not know the answers myself.

The bliss was dreampt, bliss caused by you.

The sheets were soiled, because of the dreams you caused me to have.

I know how hard it must be to read this,

It is hard for me to write this note, but I know that I must.

I will die with only you in my heart,

Pondering about my unrequited love for you.

I should stop writing now, but it is so very hard.

It is so hard to stop, so I will continue writing.

Right now, you are drinking with your friends, so you don't even know where I am.

I am on your bed right now.

I lay here on your silky deep red sheets, in your silky red robe, a knife in my hand.

When you come home in the morning, maybe you will not be so drunk you pass out before making it to the door.

I hope not, for I am the one who drags you inside.

Perhaps you will be sober enough to see me.

Perhaps, you would be sober enough to call someone, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...

Perhaps you should call Yugi... no, he knows not of my pain.

Call Malik, he would know what I have done the second he hears your voice.

I have talked to him about you, so he knows about my thoughts.

I believe that he knows that I love you, for I called him an hour ago.

He would know what I am planning to do, based on my feelings, so he should be the first to find me.

Aahhh... The feeling of blood pouring out of my wrists is heavenly.

Once more, I beg you to forgive me, for I have begun crying again.

Two cuts, four cuts, ten cuts...

Two cuts for every thought I had about you in the last ten minutes.

There are so many cuts now, I cannot count them all.

I am thankful that I may die soon.

I will end my life thinking of you, my love.

My abusive love, who, even as I die, I love overly so.

I love you, my darling.

My Dearest.

My Beloved.

My Yami.

My Bakura...

I still love you.

Ryou

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Ryou's suicide note... Review please...

Disclaimer: I don't own Ryou, Bakura, Malik, or Yugi... Just this note/poem.