Maybe its best

I was depressed and started writing poems

Maybe its best that I wasn't there for you that night
Cause you got what you wanted
though I feel bad for the pain that I caused that night
But the light was blinding and the world was spinning
The Red puddled of my blood whispered
That it was better this way
The light caused my body to grow cold
I was too weak to even say goodbye
And that I was sorry for the pain that I caused that night