Hey, this here's a quick rhyme i put together... The subject may be a little 'dark' but... It's my style...   
Crimson flames may twist and dance,  
but the fire of my youth is gone. 
I thought life could get better, given one more chance,  
but i see no point to carry on. 
So it'll all end here, with a 'have a nice day',  
when I pick up the gun, and take my life away. 
Move my sordid soul to a higher place,  
to be born once again. 
With a new name and face. 
I have literally dozens of rhymes like this... Both about suicide, and love... Mainly losing love, or having nobody to love... All pretty dark stuff. But i enjoy it. 
SideNote: I'm not an emo. 
Dirty harry: i liked your work... I didn't to begin with but it's grown on me... Poems don't always have to rhyme... You raise a good point, this is much better than your last...  Keep practising! Soon you'll have it just right. (The balance of having a point to convey, and making it easy to understand)