death by one's self

As he is lying down on the messed up bed
Unwanting thoughts go through his head
Deep inside his mind he can vaguely feel
The feel of death of which seems real
He dreams and wishes it all would end
So his mind can heal and his heart can mend
Although it will not happen that way
And this will be his last living day
On this earth that was his home
After today he will forever be gone
To a new and hopefully better place
With streams of tears running down his face
The time has come and this is the end
Never to open his eyes or breathe again
Everyone's sad that he did not say bye
Before he took his life by committing suicide
By the bed they found a blood covered note
And the knife he used to slit his own throat
If you are wondering what the bloody note said
Read this again as it said just what you've read