He made you take your life!

Dear Neela!

I made this poem to you, because you were such a good friend, and the bastard did kill you.

You casted your life away,

like a darked, hard day.

No one was there to take you from the fall,

you was on your own.

And he kept smashing you into the walls,

you kept to take the greatest falls.

You are on your own,

he will never let you go home.

And you wept all the night,

till the morning shined bright.

When he went into your room and started to destroy your life,

You reached for the knife and took your life.