my first poem TW sh implied attempt

The feeling was right. 

The rush was wrong. 

The blood had flowed like a river. 

I wish it was the last. 

But it was only the dawn. 

The blade glided. 

As the red and blue lights... 

Slowly Fade away. 

I'm sorry I always will be. 

It’s a curse I can't be saved. 

I'll always love you. 

Goodbye. 

- anonymous.