Late at night
As the moon rose
I thought to myself
I just want to die
I want to die
To get away from
All the hate and
Dispare in the world
So I picked up a knife
And held it above my chest
Hoping when my mind let go
My body would do the rest
But as I though it over
You knocked on the door
Not wanting me hurt
And saving me
You saved me from the Darkness
And from the cold
But most of all
From myself