Drown To Death

If words would let me,
I'll try not to be mean.
Gifted roses are black,
And the sky is dark .
Drained of all emotions,
it only pumps blood.
A knife in my heart,
Trust me, it won't hurt
Than a bullet on my head,
Both would leave me for dead,
Yet, I prefer a knife. ..
atleast, I'd see my life drained out.