Yeah, hi, this is mine; this poem came out of nowhere one day. It's
actually pretty crap, It's nothing great.

You lay on the floor,
Razor in hand,
Alive no more,
Your blood flows freely,
Reduced to No feeling,
You wished for death,
And that's what you received,
You screamed to the night, why no one could see,
Your pain, your hurt, the marks on your arm,
Wanted to leave the world, for no more harm,
You left the note, that said your goodbyes,
You said with death you made a compromise,
An exchange of release, for your soul,
Sick of living in darkness, in the cold,
You said you loved them, and be watching them too,
You said not to be sad, now your life is through,
This was your way out, your way to be free,
Your heart stopped at a quarter to three,
Falling tears ran from those you knew,
Your blood soaked, lifeless body, made it true,
For once in your life it was a happy moment,
A bitter-sweet ending it really was for you,
Today you died; death was your place,
Today you died with a smile on your face.