Inhabited suicide

I still hear the sob of the first cut
The color fade from your face from the next slice
I put my fingers against your cheek as I see that it was all because of me
Now this regret consumes me
I let it all happen
I was the cause of your slow suicide
As you lay from what seems a deep sleep
I look upon myself
To see if It was me
If it was my fault for all of your downfall
Now I know
It was all because of me
All the angels cry because of me
I kind soul dies because of me
I cant control my actions any longer
I took this weapon that is of pure hate
and I used it to murder those who I love

So, now alone in my room, I take my own creation, my weapon
Point it towards myself, listen to the cries of those who I loved
and let the pain escape my head as my body hits the floor and becomes part of the darkness