Note of departed suicide.

Note of departed suicide,
I'm sorry i left,
That you think me weak,
So many higher feelings to speak,
Words comprehension,
Things you wouldn't understand,
I'm sorry i broke your heart,
Letting go of your loving hand,
It's not something i had planned,
These inner feelings such high demand,
Most call depression,
Though it's more like self expression,
Looking faces such disgrace's,
It wasn't me who was ill,
Doctors say here - take this tiny pill,
Something bigger i feel,
Words and feelings trapped inside my head,
No escape until my heart stops the words instead,
My suicide was my rise of dead,
Escaping the overflow of words in my head,
I'm sorry you think me weak,
Such words were buried deep,
No secret garden shall i keep,
your flowers are ment to grow,
So please my love,
forgive me,
It's now you must let go,
I'm sorry i left you,
I know it pains you so,
It's time to grow your flowers,
But one more thing before i go,
Just know im right beside you,
I'll always love you so.