SUICIDE

I want to stab my eyes out.

They are better used by someone else.

I want to scratch of all my skin.

It would look better on anybody else.

I want to carve my brain out of its placement.

It’s intelligence would seem brighter if not for me.

My organs should leave their home in my body.

Their use is wasted upon this empty husk.

My nails should be ripped from my being.

Their useful only for digging into skin.

My ears should be chopped off my head.

Hearing is a waste when sound makes you want to harm.

The mouth on my face should be scalped off.

For the words that leave it are too scathing to be said.

Whatever divine being there is should strike me down.

Because while I am the person that hates me most;

I am too cowardly to do the act and save everyone my presence.