Suicide gets more appealing each day I’ve made a God out of it biasing it as the only solution Nothing to loose, No one to care There’s no way I could get a gun Too unlucky to overdose Not near of a tall building Too sensitive for cutting until I bleed out Too girl to get ranover Getting ran over might leave me disabled Overdose might leave me disabled Hitting myself might leave me bruised and disabled I’m not strong enough to get cop to do it and I’ll probably get used as anti-migrant propaganda Starving takes too long and have consequences I need ways, real ways