I wish you were still here

Head strung low
Night is black
Knife is sharp
I sit in my room
Wondering were you have gone
Calling everyone
You keep walking
A rope in your bag
You go into an alley
I check my computer
There is one email
It's yours
You slit
You tie
You stand there on the garbage can
I read it
You can't take the abuse
Your giving up
You say were you will be
I make it there
No......