My Sorrow my sweet sorrow can never be dealt with shall I ever fly thy might? should I watch as people go ahead as I sit here and cry of my own mistake I created by losing the love of my life like this? I shall make up for this with my death..I must go to my Romeo my sweet Romeo that died because of me! I picked up the knife and pointed it at my stomach if I shall not have a happy end with my oh so sweet Romeo I must die with one I love.. This is my sheath! I said as I stabbed myself as I puked out blood I looked at my sweet, handsome Romeo on my lap as I feel my breath get slower and my heart too I soon lowered my head and fell into and endless sleep of death with my Romeo..my sweet Romeo that I love so much.
"sleep dwell upon thine eyes, Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest hence will I to my ghostly friar's close cell my Romeo"