Is still in the air
The sweet poem is still on my wall
I hold tight to your love
But it just walks away
Like the ocean beach waves
That I will never be able
To see without crying
My suicide was simple
Leave a note to the ones
I love most and a serous
One for you
Witch I hold in my hands
I get the rusty blade from
The cabinet and slice my throat
The tears in my eyes made
It hard to see the blade
As it slices through my skin
I hear your voice and
Almost miss the spot
But I get a hold of the
Blade and do it
The notes were simple poems
One to my family members
And a serous poem for you
My parents come home to a
Room of blood, they don't see
The not I wrote to you but
They see theirs
They read it and my mom
Couldn't handle it
My dad just doesn't
Believe it happened
He stands there in disbelief
In the letter I told them to
Call you and tell you to come over
You do but just stand there
Then it hit you
You look at my hands and see
The letter, you take it and
Put it in your pocket
You walk off after hugging my
Mother saying sorry
When you get home you read it
And realize that
Your are my reason
For death
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