Cobains Suicide Note

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Translation

To Boddah,

Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton

who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile

complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to

understand.

All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the

years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say,

ethics involved with independance and the embracement

of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt

the excitement of listening to as well as creating music

along with reading and writing for too many years now. I

fell guilty beyond words about thoses things.

For example when we're backstage and the lights go out

and the manic roar of the crowd begins. It doesn't affect

me the way in which it did for Freddy Mercury, who

seemed to love, relish in the love and adoration from the

crowd, which is something i totally admire and envy. The

fect is, i can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to

you or me. The worst crime i can think of would be to rip

people off by faking it and pretending as if i'm having

100% fun.

Sometimes i feel sa if i should have a punch-in time clock

before i walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my

power to appreciate it (and i do, God believe me i do, but

it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that i and we have

affected and entertained a lot of people. I must be one of

those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're

gone. I'm too sensitive. Ineed to be slightly numb in order

to regain the enthusiasm i once had as a child.

On our last 3 tours, i've had a much better appreciation

for all the people i've known personally and as fans of our

music, but i still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and

empathy i have for everyone. There's good in all of us and

i think i simple love people too much, so much that it

makes me feel too fuucking sad. The sad little, sensitive,

unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man! Why don't you just

enjoy it? I don't know!

I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and

empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of

what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person

she meets because everyone is good and will do her no

harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where i can

barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances

becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that

I've become.

I have it good, very good, and i'm grateful, but since the

age of seven, i've become hateful towards all humans in

general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get

along and have empathy. Only because i love and feel

sorry for people too much i guess.

Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous

stomach for your letters and concern during the past

years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody, baby! i don't

have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to

burn out than to fade away.

Peace, Love, Empathy.

Kurt Cobain

Frances and Courtney, i'll be at your altar.

Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.

For her life, which will be so much happier without me.

I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!