Better off dead

I have nothing to live for
I'm always in the way
i came when you weren't ready
maybe i shouldn't stay

should i shoot myself
in the center of my head
my blood painting the walls
a bright color red

should i drink poison
and become insane
just lying there feeling
the blood go cold in my vein's

should i slit my wrist's
die slowly
in my blood and tears
while i get dizzy

or should i take many pill's
let my stomach explode
outside at night
and die in the cold