Suicide and Murder

You watch me cut, You watch me bleed. But you don't offer any help. You're too busy sharpening my knife, And getting my gun off my shelf. My body's too weak to load the gun So you gladly load it for me You say my cuts aren't deep enough So you redo them for me. You smile as the blood pools from my wrists You grin as you pull back the hammer. You laugh as my hands shake while pulling the trigger, I'm the damned, you are the damner. You act like I'm not going fast enough. You're willing to quicken my pace. You grab the gun and fire twice, And you laugh at the look on my face As I lay on the floor to die, You whisper your last good-bye. "Have fun down in hell, My child, you've done so well."