The last page of poetry

One poem caught my attention. Inside my heart was gloomy, every word, every syllable was painful, as if a knife had been used to cut a blood vessel one by one till the last one. It's excruciating... Until the last page, Something gorgeous appeared. Nobody here is in a wonderland. Allow yourself to sleep... under the stars, surrounded by dew. Listen to the sound of the sea instead of the heart's lullaby. Death has arrived; please take me with you. 🖤