im sick of this flesh vessel

Even my suicide would be unoriginal
I would bleed and I would vomit
And coroners would look at my body like they found their favoite record broken and skipping on a song that makes them want to drink
I will try to detatch the left part of my arm from the right
Because remember kids-
Its down the road
Not across the street

I would be a walking cliche and another statistic
My note would be full of quotes and song lyrics
Because I am not beautiful enough to come up with anything original
And their words will forever depict what Im feeling far better then I ever could

And I will be missed
And I will be mourned
And I will be forgotten
Like childhood memories, nostalgia is a bitch

I hope my body, pale blue and maroon
Will leave a bad taste in their mouth
Much like the handful of pills I dry swallowed
Or the rising bile that burned my throat as they screamed at me "You're better off dead"

I hope it is as ugly and as beautiful as I dreamed it to be

My pictures will be taken and posted on gore blogs
My pictures will be taken, added on will read "suicide is 100% preventable"

But I wont care
Im better off dead