Suicide

I greeted him by the front of my door, My own secret door made of wood, And stared right through his every intent, I knew that he understood, That he controlled every thought in my mind, He put the thoughts in my head, That he suggested I’m no good in this world, That I’d be better off dead, So I walked right through the door open wide, I walked so I could rebuild, And was free of the hurt and pain of my life, I became a quiet and still, Now I’m no longer a mistake or an ugly freak, I’m in a place all gentle and soft, I walked through the door with my small anxious friend, Once I paid the ultimate cost.