I'm am mean
I should die
I should poke out
both my eyes
The blood will seep
down my skin
from the viens
that lay within
The people will laugh
and clap with glee
as they yell and shout
that they all hate me
After I die
they'll party all night
happy I've finally
ended my life
The people will laugh
as my body is burned
as my stomach is ripped open
and my intestines are churned
with a stick
Doesn't it make you sick?