As you sat in your,
Darkness room,
With a pen in your hand,
As your weapon,
Your eyes filled up,
With sad tears,
And mixed emotions,
Waiting to write a suicide note,
I want you to take note,

Don’t spill blood,
Spill the ink and write a poem,
See how the end,
Can transform to be,
The beginning of something,
See how your miserable life,
Changes to be so sweet,
Like sweet candy,
With a tasty taste,
When you spill the ink,