Do Me A Favor?

Do me a favor and put me out of my pain,
I pick up my knife and watch the blood drain.

I watch as I feel the pain goes away,
I sit and wait for another day.

I lay down and think about dying,
But then people would be crying.

I thought about it for awhile,
And I smile when I pick up another knife from the pile.

I close my eyes and move the knife and fall back in pain,
And in the end, no one will care, not even Jane.