Suicidal (revised)

rope
and dangling feet  
no hope
i sit and weep  
    
Pills  
lined up on the dresser  
RUnning for the hills  
I cannot stand the pressure  
    
Acid  
To pour down my throat  
my insides are placid  
forever searching for a letter i never wrote  
    
sharp blades  
you know why  
my disease is worse then aids  
i can see the disappointment in there eyes  
    
carbon monoxide  
i cannot go on  
too much blood, not enough peroxide  
try not to cry to long  
    
jumping  
hoping to be dead  
the devil showed up, mumbling,    
he said i could not die yet  
    
your the grim reaper    
the day of your birth i called you death  
your my creeper  
the stench of corpses forever on your breath  
    
suicide?  
what is the point of that?  
bide your time wisely  
plan your attack  
    
Make them all beg  
Beg for there pathetic lives  
crack there head like an egg  
tie them up and suck out there eyes  
    
oh. i know my grim reaper,  
the things you want to do  
show them who Is the real soul keeper,  
make them pay for what they have done to you  
    
"CLOWN, LOSER, FREAK, FUCKING ASSHOLE CUNT"  
who Did you call a clown?
Who is a fucking clown?
Stick a red nose of your face and like a dog put you down
    
stupid fucks. i almost took my own life  
Now i am coming for you,  
your kids  
and your whore of a wife  
    
Your wife is so tight
Yell for help all you want, boo fucking hoo
what a wonderful night
Now you know who god really is, fuck you.