Adieu

I fear that you may kill me,

I'm almost dead inside,

This sadness, how it fills me,

I succumb to grief and cry.

 

You leave me withered and broken,

Falling to my knees,

Hurtful words that you have spoken,

Have summoned this disease.

 

Self-loathing and depression,

To which I've found a cure,

A dramatic end I reckon,

So my life will be no more.

 

And so I sit here wond'ring,

Of how to make my end,

Of how to end the suff'ring,

This razor is my friend.

 

But if this ends tonight,

Then it's you that will have won,

the battle and the fight,

the doing of the undone.

 

I cannot give up in haste,

I must rise above this mess,

For what a life to waste,

And you will end with less.

 

And so I keep on walking,

I raise my head up high,

I'm done with all your talking,

And so I say goodbye...