Suicide

Tie that noose
Around the neck
Be prepared to jump
There is no looking back

Pour the bleach
Into a cup
On the count of three
Be ready to chug

Prepare the ice bath
Then get in
Slit your wrists
And death will soon begin

If you're going to make the choice
Then think it through
Only do it
If there is nothing else you can do

To save yourself
From the hate
From the pain
Of playing the game

Of life