Is suicide the answer?(by kishern manickam)

Hey,
Life's like a bucket of tears,
Without any ears,
Trapped with fear,
But look's crystal clear on the outside,
bristle it over,
And see blisters of  light,
Faded and shaded,
Watching all horror,
And terror,
Scarier than Dracula,
Hairier than wolf-man,
Fairer than a countess,
Screaming and creaming,
About damage causing ravage,
Waging something vaguely,
A challenge like no other,
Battle the tattles alone,
Without any aid,
Or raid,
After watching the bucket,
Sadness flows to the cheeks,
Fire glows with a peek,
A Dash of dark ash,
Is no better than hash,
Even worse than a leash,
A Curse more senile than a vermin,
Disgusted with hatred and suffering,
Obsession to die,
Obsession to fly,
Away from thee cruel world,
Sail with rails,
No better than a glass of ales,
Trailing and failing,
The answer is not suicide,
Or is it?
Or genocide,
Filled with regrets,
Watching what you left,
And what you did not theft,
Floating away,
Gloating away,
Loathing away,
That you've done the right thing,
But it is not,
Or is it?
The question lies a myth,
That comes to the decision,
Between the precision of you,
Or god himself.