I put those leads to my nips from the battery in the car,
Hoped for the best but just ended up looking at stars.
So I drank 250ml of that lovely oral morph,
Did squat all so I wanna be squashed down to a dwarf.
A jump from Ben Nevis 2 the floor but it’s up Scotland,
N I can’t afford the petrol for my body to land.
Once I tried a blade just to try on my wrist,
But I got no blood inside me so it was a worthless risk.
I took a box of blues and then a bottle of zans,
Woke in an airbag halfway through a wall in a stolen van.
I’m running of ideas to try and top myself,
My body just doesn’t wanna seem to kill itself.
So I’m depressed n mad n sad n can hardly move,
But my bodies got something in it that won’t let me lose.
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