The Ultimate Artist (Poem)

Hey guys, I wrote this poem when I was really depressed... Please, no stereotyping just read the poem and tell me what you think. PLEASE comment, I'd like to see what people think of this.

-------------------------------The Ultimate Artist-------------------------
My body is the canvas, my blade is the brush
The only way to fuck up is to rush, hurts so good but I know I'm doing wrong
Sit here and paint, knowing one day I'll fuck up and be gone

knowing one day I'll rush, and the paint will spurt
and when that day comes, I'll feel no more hurt
When that day comes, everyone will know what I've done
Everyone will know what I've been hiding, that this is their true son

It will scare them, it will impair them, it will freak them the fuck out
But my blood spout will amuse, and abuse their eyes as I lay motionless
Holding my note in one hand, my brush in the other I'm the ultimate artist

my work takes no skill, and I don't do it for the thrill, I don't do it to petrify
I do it because I can't try, I can't try to live this pitiful life anymore

My body will wash up on the shore, and you'll see me no more.

The ultimate artist.

very well written, sounds like you were very depressed when writing it, I hope you have cheered up since then, you have good writing skills, are you taking writing classes, or is this just random writing.
Please check this site out if you are serious about suicide. If not, then its still helpfull for pple who are.
http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/

I'm not feeling that way anymore, but thanks... And no this stuff just comes to me, I may post more but I don't have anything else that's like this, this is like the err... Most depressing one I have.