The result of my death.

I cut my flesh today,
I cut my flesh tonight,
And if i get lucky,
I might even die,
Without saying goodbye,
And i wont be able to see,
See the humans down there having a party,
Because of my death
No tears to shed,
Just laughs and joyous tones,
No one would be blue,
But happy and laughing,
If i cut to deep,
Then this will be the result,
If i let my blood run away,
Then this will be the result,
If i cut myself up,
And let the blood leak out,
Then this will be the result,
Everyone is smiling,
With big parties every night,
Drunks would be singing 'The b**ch is finally dead!'
People would p*$$ on my grave,
And destroy,burn, and bury all of my blades,
No one cares about me,
So this will be the result,
......Of my death.