This was not a good idea

I'm at the top of a building so high
I've left a note to say goodbye
I know my life is shit
Broken apart bit by bit

My dog is dead, the kids unfed
Live on the street, so cold my feet
No money in, I never win
I begin to cry, I'm ready to die

Taste the metal, or metal to the pedal
Off the bridge,into the ridge
There is no lie, I want to die
Grab the gun and start the fun

Make me Christ on the cross
I'm pushed over by the boss
I hate them all
And now I fall

As my pain dies
A thought arise...

This was not a good idea