Whats My End

Love kills slowly.
Hate kills fast.
I don't think I'll last.
I lost my friend.
Is this my end.
I'm alive.
Wondering why.
It's all I got.
So I drop.
Now I cry.
But I'm still asking why.
When will it end.
When will I see my friend.
I hate this end.
I'm done.
Now I grab my gun.
Time for last good byes.
No more questions why.