I can't believe it three weeks later I'm still in shock
Just like electricity random bursts of sadnesses runs through my body
But I lay still
Still on the cement with a spinning fan over head
I watch as it spins around, around, around, around, around
It's been three weeks and still staring with thoughts spinning
Within rhythm of that fan getting faster and faster as times does by
I think about what I said wrong the guilt has taken over my body
It won't stop the fan is getting faster its flying over head at full speed
Chasing my thoughts
My thoughts keep getting louder they are screaming louder then my parents
Asking me if I'm awake screaming as I don't answer I can't hear them
My thoughts are contemplating what I've done
Then
Everything goes black.
