I Feel Like I’m Eighty Years Old.

Here I Am And There Is My Body Dancing On Glass.

There Is An Objective Reality In Which My Body And Mind Are One. But I Am Not Here And Never Have Been.

She's Talking About Herself In The Third Person Because The Idea Of Being Who She Is, Of Acknowledging That She Is Herself, Is More Than Her Pride Can Take.

Have You Made Any Plans? Take An Overdose, Slash My Wrists Then Hang Myself. All Those Things Together? It Couldn't Possibly Be Misconstrued As A Cry For Help.

If You Died It Would Be Like My Bones Had Been Removed. No One Would Know Why, But I Would Collapse.