There is no gun to my head
There are no pills in my hand
But a slow suicide is my poison
Small smiles
Tight laughs
Small cuts
"Partying"
Slow suicide is how I die
Playing in snow
Eating air
Sleeping days
Caffeine nights
Slow suicide is my choice
Silver pens
Red paint
Smoky lungs
Whisky breath
Slow suicide is a petty death
Bracelet wrists
Long sleeves
Empty ribs
Cold hands
Slow Suicide
