The Suicide Note

You had to tell the secret,

to the world

written within your own blood.

the ink is dried

it's almost done.

You written your goodbye to me.

You wrote how much you love me

yet you cannot bear the pain of the world

the world that tortures your soul.

And in your last hour

of your doom

you written your goodbye

in blood, while the ink runs down

smoothly on your body.

At least your happy,

you gone to a better place,

leaving your torture soul to

a place of

peace and quietness.

Author note: this is an interesting poem...

please review! Thanks!