On this Night 

On this Night, I say goobye, I have to be leaving you to cry,
Soon, I will die, and you'll wonder why,
That I am dead, Was it something I said,
Did I lose my head, You should have watched as I bled,
What's wrong with me, I am a Homey g,
Why couldn't you see, that I am lonely,
And that I cried, because I had no pride,
I was messed up inside, and that is why I died,
Head games were my life, that and a lot of strife,
I lived by the knife, and never had a wife,
What did you want? For me to be blunt,
or pull off a stunt, I was on the hunt,
It was always for love, like that of a dove,
That makes you feel far above, I am like a glove
Looking for another to be a pair, I had crazy hair,
I would've done any dare, My judgement was fair,
I tried to never hate, Never could get a date,
It just wasn't my fate, So I stayed in my crate,
My brain was fried, the night I died,
My tears all dried, So many things I hadn't tried,
So many things you don't know, like the me and the one I love so,
The hidden secrets of my bro, and how life did blow,
All that pain, entered my brain,
Drove me insane, This isn't a game,
I now have to die, leaving you to cry, 
Until they run dry, so this is goodbye,
Don't you pretend, for you are my friend,
This poem I send, to mark The End!