I'll Die Quoting Nirvana

I'm a cheerful teenager

Let's toast the new year with a swig of arsenic.

A bullet to the brain will do the trick.

So will a good old fashioned head-on-a-railway-track.

Or there's the Golden Gate Bridge.

Beachy Head.

Slitting your wrists would be a bit messy, 

And a noose can snap,

And either way someone's got to find the body.

Drowning looks kind of miserable,

But there'd be nothing there to find.

Because,

Why would it matter?

One

Tiny

Insignificant

Person.

Gone.

I could set my house on fire,

When my family's out of course.

But my neighbours might smell the petrol smoke.

"Teenagers

Dropping like flies

The Suicide Epidemic!"

I wonder why...

Can't possibly be...

Oh, but no, surely not...

So let's all write our suicide notes,

Tape them to the door,

And our families will find those two words:

"Fuck. You."

And they'll damn us to hell for daring to swear in this house,

But it doesn't matter

'Cause we'd be going there anyway,

Right?

No.

And I'll die quoting Nirvana:

"Daddy's little girl ain't a girl no more"

Because I'm a walking stereotype.

It would be the last 

Full stop

I'd ever write.