How i'll die

Upon the roof at nightfall,
I stare into the sky
and laugh at the way,
the way I'm going to die.

First I will slash my wrists
And grin as I watch them bleed,
It's the easy way out.
In a world that's full of greed,

A world that feels no love,
there is no place to hide
so that's why I'm doing it...
I'm committing Suicide.

Pools of copper odor...
my blood drips to the floor.
I slash them once again
my wrists bleed even more
no longer will I suffer.

I'll be too dead to cry
and when the world discovers me
I'll spit down from the sky!