My wrists are bleeding

Nothing is healing

I tie the noose around my neck

I feel the world would be better off without me

I kick the chair from under me

As I hang from the ceiling

I feel the air leaving me

Just a little longer

Until i'm a goner

The air is gone

My eyes are closing

The soul in me is slipping

I'm dead and gone

Now I'm off to live eternally

Oh sweet suicide