Suicide, I Quit

I Sit On A Chair And Bring Out A Knife
I Cut My Wrist Nerves S0 That I Can Die,
First BloOd's DrOp Falls On The GrOund
And My B0dy Falls With A Cracking S0und,
It Raise A H0pe In Me That I will Die
And This Time My Luck Will N0t Lie,
My Blood Is Bleeding And The FloOr Is BecOming Red
My Body Is Feeling Cold And S0uless,
I'm Releasing Out My Pain And Sorrow Through My Blood Which I Experienced In My Life
N0w I Give Out My Last BlOw With A Smile That I'm Not M0re Alive,
My B0dy Get Rid FrOm My S0ul And Everything Is N0w Fine
After This I Will Get A Place In The Sky t0 Shine,
I Left This W0rld Which Gave Me N0thing But I'm Leaving My Identity And FoOtprints
H0pe N0 One Will Miss Me And N0 One Will Cry
I Left This W0rld Just Because It Was A Choice Of Mine . . .