Rat-a-tat-a-tatted

He came calling one night,
I was sick, so I told him
To come sometime another,
He stood there knocking.

Rat tat tat, rat tat tat,
I was too tired,
Too much in pain,
To let someone in again.

He told me his name,
And why he came.
I looked at him in sorrow
As I thought of tomorrow.

He said I could escape,
He could get rid of my sorrow.
He could take away my pain,
Only if I could trust him again.

He would he said 'finish it off instantly',
A perfect end, brought imperfectly.
I would've take him on my side,
Only that he was called suicide.
So, I just rat-a-tat-a-tatted him away.