"good for him"

[Müninn]

Hatred and pain fill my soul,
Nothing can fill, this barren hole.

Alone I walk into the night,
No one knows, of my terrible plight.

Now I sit alone, on the cold hard ground,
And wonder what, brought this hell around.

I hold the blade, it reflects the light,
Bought time, I set things right.

The blood flows, along with my tears,
Alone with the pain, for all these years.

I look around, the lights start to dim,
And all they'll say is, "good for him."

[Tharrick]

What's this about, suicide?

[Müninn]

It's actually a poem I wrote awhile back about suicide, and actual events...