Ahh the tears...

A poem I came up with in a second as a joke for my friends, all though the message it possesses is quite real.

Someone kill me, just get the knife and aim it at my heart and then we shall depart.
For life here just seems wrong and I can no longer stay strong.
Death appears the only way out, my last dying words i will shout:
'I am going to haunt those bitches,' for they have left me in stitches.
Now goodbye my friends it's been nice, sick of people treating me like lice.
How about I overdose on pills? that hurtful thing that kills.
Hazah now i am dead, no tears you should shed,
Now I shall end this game and hung my head in shame,
As this poem is lame, I'll stop whining about this pain,
Chow!