If only I could die, and let my spirit wander the earth. I would sneak in late at night, or convince others I've left while I remain hidden. I would hang myself in a space that's easily open to view. I'd do it on a day where nobody will be there for a day or two. So then, when they stumble upon my corpse, it's already rotten and decaying. I my suicide note to say... nothing. I won't write anything down. I don't want to give them the satisfaction or closure of a final message. I want them to gaze upon my corpse, and be filled with fear. I want them to be filled with remorse. But I know that won't happen. Those bastards won't miss me. They'd forget about me the second the smell of rotting flesh leaves the building. But I would be there. I would be a ghost. I would listen in on their conversations. I would finally know what they really thought about me...