My Sweet Suicide

I'm not afraid.
I'll grab the knife.
I won't be afraid
to take my own life.

My life sucks.
I just want it to end.
My life sucks.
It's not able to mend.

People have come and gone
trying to make me better.
Everyone should just give up now
because I'm writing my suicide letter.

No one will have to worry
No one will have to care.
Everyone knows that death and I
make the perfect pair.

Death has been my friend
for such a long time.
Death is that only reason
that all my words rhyme.

So I'll take the knife
I'll cut really deep.
I'll soon be gone,
but please don't weep.

The cuts won't close
and the scars won't heal.
I won't be able to hurt.
I won't be able to feel.

I'll bleed and bleed,
and I'll bleed some more.
They'll find me stone cold,
sprawled out on the floor.

I'll be out of my misery.
I'll soon be free.
I want out; this life sucks,
Don't you agree?

I have a dream to be gone
I'll take myself with the knife.
I won't have to suffer anymore
I won't have to deal with this life.

Just let me go.
I'll be happy elsewhere.
No one will ever miss me.
They don't even really care.

Just let me die.
Give me that one treat.
I'll have a perfect suicide,
and it will be so sweet.