The Sad End With Suicide Poem by Theresa Short

Sorry to say I broke the promise,
You'll have to heal my scars with your kiss,
But thats something I'll miss,
Just how it ended will be unknown,
The pain in me never shown,
Sorry I couldnt help my friends more,
My emotional and mental side grew sore,
I couldnt bare the strikes of everything,
It hit my with a huge sting,
I wanted to take the easy way out,
But all I can do with words is shout,
I write what I would be like with out paper or pen,
We would be in trouble then,
Many people would die,
Along with I.