The Deed

How to do the deed —
Cut here and watch Me bleed,
Or leap from building high
And falling, wonder why
I did not choose the bus
And make a public fuss,
Or jump in front of train
And cause the driver pain.
A noose would slip around
And dangling I’d be found,
But tablets aren’t so quick
And only make me sick.
Drowning takes your breath
And promptly leads to death,
While plastic bag on head
Will always leave you dead.
Gun would do the most
To turn my brains to toast.
Whichever one I try,
I need to make Me die!