Sleeping pills and gun in hand.
Walking up to the top of the tower.
The thought of homicide racing though my head.
All the pain,
All the tourment,
All the sorrow.
No longer will these emotions haunt me.
All the nightmarish flashbacks in my dreams.
All the darkness in my soul.
No one cared to lessen to my tale,
To caress me,
To love me.
And I no one to love,
Hold,
Caress.
All that I ever knew is hate.
I try to make friends,
to find love,
To have hope,
To find faith.
Useless.
All of it.
Do not blame me for what others have done,
For what others have not done.
There is no turning back.
There is no regret in my demise.
An end to it all,
The End

Tell me what ya think

Clean up the typos stab a fork in its ass and its good to go.

i really like how you visually arranged it, but you have spelling errors on lines 5 an 10.