A father's footsteps

I called and talked to my son today,
my only reason to live,

And told him of what I had done to her,
the same things I did to his mother, 
that chased her love away.

He said, “well Dad don’t kill yourself,
because I still need you.”

I said, “I know, and that is the only reason
why I have not, but I already have,
for I am dead inside”.

I killed my self eight years ago,
and only started to live again
when I met her.

And I did the same things that put me
right back where it took me six years to get from.

Please don't follow in my footsteps, son,
because, I love you too much to ever see you
go through this hell I now find myself in.