To drown in a sea
Of little people
Who are not aware of me

To cut with the knife society gives
To live a life many others have lived

When the brain thinks thoughts
Neither native, but bought

And then,
Lungs fill with a foreign fluid
My very life essence pouring out

Drowning in the thoughts of others
and suffocating from their pressure
Society makes the world but kills the individual

Suicide in slow motion
Suicide in slow motion
Suicide in slow motion
Suicide in slow motion
Suicide in slow motion
My suicide
in
slow
motion.