Writing My poem [M I guess]

[_Kiba_]

With this knife,
I take my life,
Scarlet blood drips down my shirt
Then I fall, landing in the dirt,
Then one day somebody finds me
And they stand there looking at me blindly,
She was wondering why I died,
Then she realized it was me, and cried,
And now im dead, but thats ok
'Cuz noone liked me anyway...

[CaptainAnarchy]

That was a great work of art...it speaks out. Sometimes poems dont make sense-they just rhyme. But yours rhymed and made sense. Bravo.