Poison Reminds me of my friend knife

Poison drips down my throat
Nothing can save me not even the antidote
Dying slowly inside and out
Giving up is an option there is no doubt

I'll be dead sooner then you think
Because of the poison that I drink
There is no reason for you to cry
So the tears that have fallen can dry

Life will be better without me here
So pleases don't shed a tear
Death was the answer to my life
If it doesn't work theres always the knife

the knife is an old friend of mine
It brought me happiness and sunshine
The blade let my blood shed to the floor
And then it screamed for more

Anyway I will die
And no one shall cry
no one will remember me
Because thats how I want to be

***this poem got me sent out of school and to the loony bin...