My Last Breath

As I lay here on the floor,
Waiting for someone to walk through the door,
To save my worthless soul,
I wish the death had taken its toll.

I bleed so quick, I cant keep my tears from turning crimson red,
They roll onto the pillow, I am lying on my bed,
I wanted a night death,
As that is my last thought when I take my last breath.

But you rush into the room,
You came too soon,
And now I am going to survive my suicide plan,
I will never grow to be a real man.

You pick me up with your soft hands,
You tell me I am OK, so I would understand,
That he has come and kept me from my death,
And will breathe on from my last breath.

Now I will owe you a big favor,
As you are known as my savior,
But I still will never forgive you,
From rescuing me from what was true.

I begged for you to leave me to die,
But all you could do was yelp and cry,
I just could not handle seeing you like that,
As I was rushed into the hospital room, on the chair you sat.

A doctor later came out and told you I was gonna be OK,
That I was here to stay,
And that your best friend was always gonna need protection,
As he is suffering from depression.

You come in to comfort me,
But all I can think of is my next plan to be free,
I just wish you had left me there to die,
But with those tears, those one I feared most, you cry.

You saved me from death,
You will be known as my breath,
But I wanted to die,
And next week I will try… Again.