Suicide of my soul

I am thinking of a white graveyard
As I press over my veins a shard
Blood runs down my skin slowly
How could you have betrayed me so lowly?

A solitary tear trickles down my face
I fell that darkness shadowes my gaze
I am beginning to feel a little numb
As I ran over my cut a bloodied thumb.

The love that I felt is slowly dyeing
My dear spirit to the Heaven is flying
My dead soul was filled with hate
Stumbling through the door:know you are already late.