Extremities Of NothingYou cut your throat and watch it bleed in the mirror to fuel the dull extremities of your adrenaline junkie habits.Hanging from your neck by a rope, timed perfectly so that you save yourself in time.Cigarette in your mouth every minute of the day you welcome cancer and emphysema with frail outstretched limbs.Rotten teeth from stomach acid and bile. So long as it keeps that trim figure, its fine.Used needles stream across blood-stained floorsOverdoses just weak enough to avoid death.Diseased prostitute taking care to infect your clients.They get what they paid for, after all.So much hurt Everything that is
Excuses, Excuses.There's nothing wrong with me.Really, I'm fine.Ok, so I'm a bit suicidal, but who isn't?Tell me one person who hasn't thought about it.They all have, at some point.So I go a little further by thinking of ways I could do it,But I'm just being prepared.Maybe a situation will come alongWhere my best option is to kill myself- You never know.Same with throwing up.Say I get attacked by a rapist one dayAnd I have to make myself as unappealing as possibleSo he'll go away.If I don't try a few times beforehand,Then how can I sace myself at the crucial moment?Not only will I have a defence against rapists,I can also kee