This is every day;
This overwhelming pain;
It came before you,
And still it remains.

Would my crying abate,
If I should take my life away?
No one but you,
Can convince me to stay.

But you won't love me again,
So I'll follow the scar on my wrist,
This time there's no chance,
That death I'll resist, no I won't resist

You have all your formers chasing you,
But I will not any more;
Not unless you visit me
Beyond Death's great door.

-H A-