Death of me

Slit my throat thin and sleek,
Slowly make my crimson soul leak.

Everyone says I'm wrong in the head,
These are some reasons I'm better off dead.

Don't make me suffer with life any more,
All I am is a worthless dirty w****.

Shoot me now I really don't care,
Pull the trigger the gun's right there.

Shut my windows lock my doors,
Then let my blood flow freely on the floor!

-this was written by my best friend and me about 6 months ago.