The Blood Stained Note

Loosely based on a man I used to know.

he fought against
the turning tides
he fought against
the world's fast pace
he never thought
he'd stay above
as waves came crashing
and tearing across
so many times
he stood back up
to many times
he couldn't stay
an unfortunate turn
a true horror story
and sometimes life
is too hard to handle
and this time life
stood on its reputation
he was found face down
on a pillow soaked
his blood was cold
and stained his hands
he held a parchment
with scribbles too shaky
no one could read it
so no one will know
the last words this man
wanted us to remember

Author's Note

I didn't care about grammar, this is just kind of something I thought up. I have mixed feelings on if I like it or not, but the critique is up to you!