My Own Suicide

The night is deep, its warm, its wet, like the blood that drips from my viens.
I am soaked with blood, as I am with wet when this cold world rains.
I make the decision, the one for my life.
This decision will end all of my strife
The pills are laid, the belt is there The bathtub is full, and I havnt a care.
Once again I wonder, if anyone cares, or if they'll be happy as hell that I'm dead.
I wipe the tears away from my face, knowing they're the last ones I'll ever shed.
There is a warm feeling that gloats over me
Because of the simple fact, I know I'll be free.
I swallow the Pills, one by one, until my anxiety grows,
There is no more waiting from this point out, and I'm more ready then anyone knows.
I slit my wrists once again, making my cuts so deep
I get into the water, knowing that now I will forever sleep.
In my watery grave I now bide
Waiting for my own suicide.