My Suicide

The crimson tears are dripping
Sliding down my arms
Collecting in my palms
Falling to the ground
Staining the stone
Witnessing my suicide
None of the people believed
I didn't expect them to
And now that I'm gone
The only thing left now
Is fear

A/N: I'm thinking of putting this in my story "Fear" that is posted, so
please read it and see if I should, -k-? I'd love the input. Thankx!