death by suicide

Im tired of this sick cruel world,
how can it be so hateful to one little girl?
I grew up, now im getting more old,
all of my visions are soon to be told,
at first i thought i was imagining things,
then i relized im an angel with black tainted wings,
come on i wanna hear you sing,
before i slice your throat and hang you from this tree to swing.
Your familys going to cry,
dont worry ill tell them your lie,
how you always wanted to die,
ill cut your wrists instead make it look like a suicide.