Suicide is cruel.
But I cannot resist it.
With the note in hand and knife in other, I hope you soon will be happy.
Happy that I'm gone.
The feelings of loneliness, and darkness.
I loved you, Can't you take that as a fact insted of treating it like wind?
I loved you, but you won't and don't need me.
Goodbye, cruel world.
Suicide is cruel, as well as you.