Suicide

Suicide has met my soul left me tattered left me col my bloody words shall be my last all my tear left in the past glide my blade and glide its slow for all my pain u do not no bloody tear drops paint this pain i was full of anger full of rage blackest makeup every scene for my death it was so keen twist of my blade deepest still no one will save me no one will my hands now fallen at my sides no more tears need be cried time is something you can bide but its to late for me for i have died