The Noose

I see myself hanging from the ceiling.
I would burn myself alive.
I could slit my own throat.

I see myself drowning,
In tears of guilt.
How ironic,
My own tears are killing me.

So people stop caring.
And they won't stop staring,
At this world of destruction.

No one cares about you or me,
And they never will.
So might as well kill yourself baby.

So lets hang ourselves.
Let's burn ourselves alive.
Let's slit our throats,
And not even care,
About the words that they say about us.

Screw it.
We might as well go out in style baby.

Let death redefine us,
As something new and improved.
Let sorrow fill our hearts.
Instead of love and happiness.

Let's finish our suicide notes
So we can get to the fun part already.