One last thing I know,
is my world has fallen apart
What once was beautiful
is now ugly and dark.

When I wake the next morning,
nothing will change.
No one to love me
or help with the pain.

I shall not bother you
with my cries for help
Just consider me a voice
To be rememberd and felt.

I shall end this poem now,
And finish what needs to be done
Goodbye world.
It has not been fun.