Death...

I don't know why I did it, I was just fooling around. I never knew life was
so precious, until I hit the ground.
I was mad, I remember I got a knife, I slit my wrists which took my life.
The blood kept flowing, it wouldn't stop, my hair and my clothes were like a mop.
It was the worst kind of feeling, when I made myself die, all I could do was
lie there, I couldn't even cry.