AN: yeah, when I wrote this, I was really depressed but I don't cut and I won't commit suicide.
Disclaimer: Do you really think I would write this if I owned Gundam Wing?
Snow falling gently,
On the frozen field.
Where I lay,
Bleeding.
I asked for help,
No one gave it,
I escape the pain.
As I lay here,
Dying.
I survived the war,
Three years of fighting;
But now, during peace,
I realize what I am;
Murderer.
I'm sorry,
Sister Helen,
Father Maxwell.
I can see your faces,
I'm coming.
I called myself Shinigami,
The god of death.
But I guess even death,
Can kill itself.
As I lay there,
Dead.