My own little secret

Please Make It Quick

If this shall be my end,

Then please make it quick.

Don't make it long and suffering,

I want it over before I become sick

I want to right away see blackness,

Not to feel a thing,

Not to slowly get there,

While my life's slowly fading.

I don't want to feel a lot of pain,

Don't want to scream in agony,

Wishing for it all to be over,

Begging for you to just end me.

There's too much pain,

It's happening to slowly,

I'm wanting to end this all myself,

Just to see the ending more closely.

I don't want to hear you laugh.

Or tell me I deserve it,

Just end it all now,

Before I cannot hold it.

If I'm able to see the end,

And I know it's very near,

Just please end my life,

At this point there is no fear.

All the fear you've put into me,

Is now all gone,

So what's the point,

If I don't have very long?

As I look into your eyes,

And I can hear my life's clock tick,

I just ask of one thing,

Please make it quick