Someone stabbed me in my chest.
A gush of pain struck throughout
I'm praying for the best.
My eyes fill with tears and doubt.
What's holding me back in a world like this?
Selfish, careless animals running around.
No humanity whatsoever, what would I miss?
Who even cares that I'm in shattered pieces on the ground?
The sound of a gunshot replayed inside my head.
Was it my imagination or was it reality?
I question whether I'm alive or I'm dead.
How am I picturing all of this brutality?
