Venting world of death

[Lavínia]

My room has sheets and doorknobs, partial hanging. I could shake my wardrobe, it's heavy, a little coordination and positioning, and it would break my neck if it fell. Even if it didn't break, it incapacitates me, 2-4 days in agony, and none after that. My kitchen, knives. I cut my throat, or rather, I pierce it, I feel my nerves breaking, scraping deep until I feel the bones becoming marked. Kitchen, knives, stab your heart directly, don't spare time, engine that stops in reverie. Kitchen, knives, stab your stomach... getting repetitive. I have alcohol, I would throw it on my body, a kiss on the stove, Olympic torch. There is shampoo, normal alcohol, perfumed alcohol, I drink it all, I drink it. I take a chain of napkins, tie it to my mouth so that if I vomit (smart body) I can swallow it again, there is no escape, even death by suffocation is possible, old artist. Police doing their rounds, a great way to mark lives. Drivers in the dark night, busy streets, one step too far. A calm break, with blades and a rest on a dirt road, playing with wrists. I do something to decrease my vitality, I drink, smoke, use benzos, maybe even get a nice cut, from the third floor of the mall I jump... keep your head straight! It's what the ground will salute! I feel like a child! What else do we have? Ropes, blades, poisons, gas, cars, machines. Everything I see can kill me