Within death, there is no problem. When it's over, result is called.

This is a very sad piece you have here ma'am and I mean that wholeheartedly. Emotionally, in my view it was perfect and true and I am truly sorry for what you've been through.

I hope I don't offend you with what changes I made below, but I thought it would help in getting your message across better. Aside from punctuation and a few tweaks to the flow, it really didn't need much, so you did very well :) Read them side by side to compare and hopefully you'll see what I mean.

All the best,
Maher.

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In the pale fields of death,
I see only darkness;
no light, never any light.
The pain I felt is now gone,
only to be replaced with nothingness - emptiness.
Was it worth it?

To end a life so dearly loved,
just to erase all the pain?
I whisper to myself
and think of the one I love:
'You were my life, my love,
the only one thats true;
yet still I ended my life,
all alone and without you'.

You saw the pain,
you saw the tears fall down my face
as the rope that mercilessly
tightened its grip
to rid me of it
sent me to this place
In which I am stuck in now.
I can't get free.

With no feelings, no emotions;
nothing but this emptiness.
The love I felt too, has gone;
leaving nill but a faint memory.

I wish I could take it back -
the life that I ended so quickly.
I wish I could tell you
for one last time,
'I love you'.