Thoughts

These thoughts in my head
are haunting my dreams,
Thoughts of being dead
are worse than they seem.
How will I do it?
How will I go?
I really don't give a shit,
Just don't let it be slow.
With some pills
or with a knife?
Give me chills
and pain tonight.
Who would care?
Who would miss me?
They say it's not fair
They've missed the point apparently.
All I want to do
is die right here tonight.
I'm not gonna make it through
another attempted suicide.