I was walking down the street,
when I got the feeling.
The feeling something wasn't right,
I stopped breathing.
I couldn't remember,
what had happened before.
Like if someone had closed
my mind's door.
I look around,
it starts again.
My surroundings start to fade,
and I feel a terrible chest pain.
Am I hawing a heart attack?
I ask myself.
It isn't a surprise,
I've been always talking to myself.
I think,
I can't stand it anymore.
I begin to fall over,
and my throat is sore.
Sore? Why?
I don't know.
But this isn't,
the question now.
The last thing,
I could remember.
Is that I've
fallen over.
The next one is funny,
because I woke up at night.
I'm feeling dizzy,
and something isn't right.
I'm wearing a hoodie,
and a mask too.
I look at my hands,
They've been punched through.
In one of my hands,
I'm holding smoe chalk.
I'd asked them about what happened
if the could talk.
In my other hand,
I'm holding a knife.
It was bloody,
like my life.
What have I done?
Noone really knows.
I mean at least I hope,
there wasn't a body to dispose.
I don't want to be a killer,
Sorry, I don't want to kill others.
I just want to end myself,
like my brothers or sisters.
