Don't Die Just Yet

Another day I think of Suicide
Another time that I should not have lied
My last dream passes through my mind
Of not being destroyed by my own kind

I stop, looking now to the knife in my hand
Focusing all attention to where I now stand
"What am I doing" is what I ask
"Why do hide myself with such a mask?"

The knife now falls to the ground
Peircing the carpet without a sound
A tear drops down my unwanted face
And another falls to, as if in a race

I step down the stairs, and there she stands
The one I thought dead, is now holding my hands
Not a word passes for quite a long time
We both are silent, like some kind of mime

We sit there and cry as time passes by
We finally unite eyes closed without sight
My reason for life is here
Holding me near

You don't know what you have till it's demise
but since she came back I've found paradise