Will This Death Mean Anything? Poem by Sesamarna Syfyre

Why do I feel this way
So helpless and lonely
Haunted by the memory
Of you with me

Crying each night
Until my head hits
The pillow in sleep
Each night the same

Why do I feel this way
What does it mean
This empty feeling with
Noone to fill it

I sat that night
Covered only by sheets
Glancing between the
Blade and wrist

Sighing in frustration
I close my eyes
And draw the blade
Acrossed

Will anyone care?
Will, this death mean anything?