P3RF3CT SU|C|DE

Dark night,
Can't really see,
Pale light,
Shining on me.

Shining as I lay there,
My body looking tense,
As the burdens I couldn't bare,
The burdens start to rinse.

I've lost a lot of blood,
I'm gasping for breath,
My life is a dud,
I'm inching closer to wards death.

Theres a faint sound,
Faint sound ringing in my ear,
Now its getting loud,
Thats what I fear.

I see flashing lights,
People coming near me,
Man this really bites,
Why can't they just leave me be?

It's not like they really care,
That's why I'm here,
No one would dare,
Dare to take on these burdens I bear.

I'm loaded on a stretcher,
Put in the back,
I hear "it's not a pretty picture."
Then my eyes go black.

When I awake,
I look around,
Everything looks fake,
And no ones anywhere to be found.

Then someone walks in,
Someone dressed is white,
He asked "Why did you want to end your life?"
And turns on the light.

I don't reply,
Just roll my eyes,
He doesn't know what its like to want to dye,
Without even saying bye.

He shows me the test results,
And says "We got there just in time.
Those were some deep slits,
You were dying."

By then I'm ticked off and bitter,
What is he thinking,
Does he think he did me a favor?
Tears start coming down as I'm blinking.

Why did he ruin the plan?
Duh I would have died!
Thats what I wanted,
It was suppose to be the perfect suicide.