A Just End

I'm sorry, so sorry,
That I treated you that way.
I'm sick, I know it.
And for it you did pay.

To beg your forgivness?
Or to let you push away,
Me and the pain I've cause?
My question, to my dismay.

Perhaps I'll just end now,
Before any more pain I cause,
A knife to slit my wrists,
Or shove pills between my jaws.

For of the one man who,
Insisted I was lovely
I took his heart and did,
evil, cruely, numbly.

A reason left to live?
No, it is just that I die.
Another tear, dear friend,
Please, may you never cry.

I love you.