Suicides Prayer, did you like it?

This is a poem I wrote, tell me if you like it

In the dark Alone I stand Crying silently Knife in hand I think of the day It was bright outside So I went to play I was in the woods using my imagination Looked over and stared in fascination He stared back and I started to cry As I saw he held a bloody knife I ran away and he ran too Chased me in this very room There wasn’t much that he could do But I still cried and so would you For he was among the dead and wasn’t just in my head Because for now and always I could see Things you think could never be And every night he came back To chase me in this very shack Where his brothers and friends lay dead They brought from me a crimson red To no one I could tell of him For he would think it as a sin And worse nightmares will begin Playing them over and over again Now I stand in the black Feeling his presence behind my back Frightened but still I stand He ripped the knife from my hand And replaced it with his own The blood glinted off and the truth was shown He drove me to do this To drive me insane I looked up at him and he smiled in vain Then at the knife I prayed to god “Now I lay me down to sleep Before it’s done I shall not weep For now I will never wake I pray to you my soul to take Now I shall be put to rest” And shoved the knife right through my chest