Today I'm at my wit's end, it's time to face the noose.
But then someone asked for help, an emotional bruise.
I backed off for a while. I guided them, their day went bright.
I could never leave someone in despair, unlike me who lost his fight.

Today I'm at my wit's end, mixing up my deadly poison.
But then someone asked for help, their relationship gone.
I comforted them for some time. A cliché, the classic affair.
A reminder of a bitter past, a familiar pain we share.

Today I'm at my wit's end, as I stared down from the peek.
But then someone asked for help, they felt lost and weak
I gave them a call, told them it's fine to show weakness
I dare say these words to ease them. I remain distress

Today I'm at my wit's end, this never ending cycle.
I accepted my fate, now to wait for death's sickle
But then no one asked for help. I heard back the voices.
Born to comfort but never be comforted back. I remain hopeless.