How Much I Want To Kill Me

I don't understand this world anymore,
I wish I could drop dead, hit the floor,
point the gun, pull the trigger, put a fat hole in my head,
turn the ground on which I'm led, a sticky red,
I'd save society years of torment,
I'd save myself years of paying rent,
either way the world's better without me,
so maybe I'll jump off a cliff into the sea,
when I'm ready, I'll just go,
I won't even let anyone know,
I'll buy and smoke a ten,
then you'll never see me again.