Suicide

If we let hate deep inside,
Take control and give false pride,
Then death will erupt
and give an ending, quite abrupt.

But pray for an end without torture,
suffering or disease,
for i beg, I'm on my knees,
If we must come to our demise,
let it be a surprise.

For preparation gives false hope,
and we are at the end,
of what was once,
an oh so long rope.

So many chances we've been given,
So many times we've been forgiven,

That to fight the end,
that lies so near,
we don't have the right,
to show any fear.