broken and pathetic
body smells like vomit
tears of pain blind you
overwelmed by a pleasurable high

fingers are being shoved
to the back of your throat again
falling to your knees
all for a little improvement

killing you slowly
each time...a little faster
living your tormented life
down on your knees

when your body hits the floor
and you reach your point of perfection
who'll be there to save you
if no one knows just what you've done

you died this way
chokeing on your knees
just how you lived your life
a slow serrated suicide

-Heather