I’ll never understand why people think death is bad,
When I die it’ll be the best day I’ve ever had.
Finally being able to end my melancholic life,
It excites me thinking of the end of the strife.
I know there are some who think it’s wrong,
But I think suicide is as nice as a bird’s song.
Being able to choose the way you die,
Is something everyone should get, girl or guy.
For doing so they say I’ll rot in hell,
But The Devil is someone I can easily quell.
After all the misery that she put me through,
So say what you want until your face turns blue.
I’m my own person and I can do as I please,
To kill myself is as easy as a breeze.