suicide kills deep

within someones words

but the pen cuts so much deeper

its suicide

to cut deep

without a note behind

a loved one cries

seeing blood in your eyes

a loss of someone

is never forgotten

a lost somoene is always

dear

someones heart

occupied

now with a note

of a lonely goodbye

" My Dear,

my love and always true, my heart was beating but not to you. It died alone, it died of pain, it died of the madness

we held in vain. The love we had, the love we lost, but at what cost. I lay awake, without blood to taste. The beaten path is

smooth again."