POEM OF SUICIDE

Lying in my own pool of blood,
feels like heaven in this crimson mud.
i couldn't feel,all was numb,
my heart slowly fading,play of the lull.

the heavy silence filling up my ears,
time had stopped and i began 2 lose fear.
them came hands which shook my soul,
tearing from my body,away to the the cold.

i open my eyes and i see my mother's pain,
close them again wishing for rain.
falling into oblivion,so helpless i get,
what was the need,what all did i forget.

but the deed had been done,
in front of her eyes,
this is the poem of my suicide.