Please End It*

Please don't let me do it.
Don't let me slip
Don't make me think
That it's just one more
Plain old slit.

I have to try
To give up my addiction.
Because if i don't,
I only have one
Future prediction.

But the world,
Is full of hate.
And it makes you feel
That you just can't
Think straight.
That's why it happens.
Night after night.
And fight after fight.

Its my only true friend
That will stay loyal to me
Right down to my end.
It helps me
To get through the day.
Helps to make me think
That I'm not just going
To fade away.

So I'll sit in my room.
Which can also
Be called my tomb.
Pretending that I'm fine.
Sitting there,
Looking at my arm
Red line after red line.

But i have to finish it.
Finish what i started,
Three years ago.
When i found out,
That you were going to leave
That you were going,
To just get up and go.

So these are my last words
To you daddy,
Please end it.