How I would Kill Myself

First, I feel the cold of the chrome, set to my dome, ready to take it back and blast, my heart is so alone/
Lonely, and unholy, the death of myself, was totally, unsoley, commonly confused with suicide, but not only/
Cause no matter how much I look at myself in the mirror, it feels like I can see your lies, but at the same time, I could trust you because of your beautiful eyes/
I neva felt betrayed, brain felt delayed, couldn’t process shit, so I neva got my work done, so I neva got payed/
I think to myself with a tear in my eye, what happened to us, the same question, but with why/
These are all of things that flash before my eyes before I die, tell her I loved her, no matter the high/
Then I fall to the floor and feel my last feelings ever, look around the room, and think to myself,….. Fuck it, what ever!/

Next attempt I try it involves a blade and the shower where I bathe, this was said many times, this life could have been saved/
But how would we know, we wouldn’t even go, there weren’t any signs, it was like I, myself was a no show/
Then I felt the steel pierce into my flesh, I tried to heat it up, that way it would work best/
There would be no wait, it would go in quick, but damn! I neva realized skin could be this thick/
It seemed like forever before it went through, I didn’t wait for shit, especially not for you/
The shit seemed long awaited, ill fated, the way I felt, the shit I had plan, was scratched off cause it was neva dated/
Neva marked down, neva taken into a note, I was told to what felt best, what ever did float my boat/
Now I see red, fills up the water, my heart beats faster, quicker and harder/
I finally feel nothing, all that was there is now gone, I shall live no more, from dusk till dawn/

Finally, still made it through, the other sides just not ready for you know who/
The tightening of the millions of threads threaded together, I would soon feel around my, the last feeling ever/
I made this quick, posted up a chair, looked around the room, saw different glares, reflections of the same stare/
No one noticed me gone, notice I neva came out, I guess I wasn’t really important, its time I must leave now/
Kick the wooden piece of art from under my feet, I felt the rope around my neck, tightening, killin me/
Then there was all red, felt my neck crack, my spinal cord dislocated from my head to my back/
No more pulse, finally my hunger was fed, I feel like a rose in the winter, soon I was dead

People, please leave an honest opinion on this. I really want to know what ya'll think about it. And this is just something iI did for the hell of it. It will never be involved in my life. Peace!