Guess what, you're too late

this is kind of depressing but i wrote it when i was depressed to the poem meets the mood.

Here I go
It’s a black abyss
There isn’t a thing that I will miss
This is my place
My time for this


It is my own
My sweet escape
The grief will be over you
Like a dark, dark drape


I’m ready now that I’ve written this note
I think that it’s my time to go
I hold the gun
And from behind the door
I hear you scream “no!”


But you’re too late
You’ve missed your cue
Though at the end of the tunnel
I’ll wait for you
Oh wait I forgot
Your “soul mate” will be there too
Anxiously, anxiously waiting for you


Uh huh, yeah she’s gone too
Was it because of me?
Or because of you?