Macbeth: Lady Macbeth's Suicide Note

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I was a woman, a loving caring woman... Once...

My dearest loving husband I print these words now, not in joiece or good tidings but sorrow, regret, and unhallowed circumstances.

I pray my kinsman that you will hear my deep lament let it resound without malice or enmity. Hark, let my regret rest unto your hearts and minds, be sure that you do not mistake my foolishness for my true self. Avarice.... avarice took ahold of my disposition of my soul of both our souls, so strong it was palpable and weighed more than my own weary, mortal soul. I feel horrors, horrors I cannot escape as long as I remain in this mortal realm... When I saw Duncans body... A force hit me, greater than you can fully imagine... I wake, my hands soaked in my peers blood, I bathed and scrubbed my hands until my feeble skin would fall from my unsanctified bones, but as I yield, I see the blood running thicker than the water I’d use to purify myself. Nought would allow the indissoluble liquid to strip itself from my broken now mortified body, I wonder whether it was truly there or if what I tried to wash was a figment of my fragmented, disjointed consciousness, repaying my own acts of dire, pernicious treachery. Since, I feel empty, hollow, I love you my darling, but I now feel that our love, our bond is no longer as strong... I feel disconnected from thee, I wish only now for thee to love me as strongly as the day we wed. I know full well I am not the only one of us to be haunted by these nightmares, you too hath been deprived of precious sleep, I’ve seen you cowering in your own imagination, seeing unhallowed ghosts. I have no choice to add that I know you are no longer your own self, I’ve not seen you this mad before, I know the fault is partially my own, but you are no longer yourself, the man I loved would not destroy his friends, would not kill those closest to him from fear they would undo him.

I see I have no choice, Scotland is at war with you, the blood of innocents lay...
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