Death Like The Black Rose Poem by Nicholas Spandrel

the black rose so delicate,
how it feels the heart with pain,
death is the same way,
when one dies,
their friends and family will be affected,
how would one feel seeing death,
would they want to join them,
or the endless shadow following them,
awaiting their doom,
many people,
who know you in person,
or on the internet,
they still feel bad about you,
if you leave them.

i guess this is a way of saying killing yourself will affect your loved ones.