Goodbye my love

I'm thinking about killing myself. To get rid of the pain. End suffering. I think about death. The death of my soul, as close to my heart as it rumbles like an organ in an empty church. I don't deserve happiness. For every rose petal in my miserable life. I should die. Bury your worries and sorrows. Bury your regrets with your fiery curly hair. End it all. End a story full of tears and screams. Kill myself today so that these sunflowers won't wither due to the ugliness of my soul. Bury your dreams of a wonderful family. Dreams that permeated my heart. I gave you a heart of stone. But today this heart will break into pieces under fire. The heart will stop beating and pieces of porcelain will crumble, giving freedom to my sick soul. Goodbye, my love...