You’re walking in the streets, that’s when you see the knife

A terrorist, a murderer, or possibly a butcher

The knife-holder comes near you and your instinct is to flight

But then they lunge and stab your chest right in the center

What did I do? You think, you don’t deserve the hate

But then again maybe this death was just your planned fate

In your lungs you feel weight, in your stomach you ache

You sink into this painfully horribly dizzy state

Pain in your chest, ribs, lungs, and your world fades to black

Your family is ahead of you and your friends are in the back

You scream and roar but no one seems to care

Your heart rate is quickly slowing down then going flat

Life is a racetrack, you realize

You run, you stumble, and then you get a fallback

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All to leads up to this moment, where everything gets shred into scraps

You scrape your knees on the running dirt track

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What’s difference? You think, your life is a sack of crap!

Pointlessness, purposeless, you wrapped your entire identity around your political and scientific beliefs

You don’t even want to live, you just want some relief

Your life is a fur ball of angst and dismay

You’re at your last moments and all you can think about is how you always wanted to rust away

You have no hope, you have nowhere to hold on to

And yet you dislike this

You don’t want this

Because you want to be heroic, fearless, courageous

And yet you’re here, bleeding and lifeless on the ground, praying a death wish

You want to be noticed, want to be remembered, that person who was a genius who left their own traces

You want famous last words

You want to show the world your hurt

But now you’re here, you rat, unable to think of anything and just swearing in your head

Over and over, those curses

All those thoughts, discoveries, contributions, gone to nothing!

This wasn’t planned, no, it was supposed to be your death, your killing, your sudden spur of the moment

You still had plans, you wanted to be a lawyer, a scientist, a politician

And this wasn’t supposed to happen!

But then again you would’ve never made it anyway

You’re a bag of worthlessness you’ve got nothing to motivate

It was always just a dream and you knew it was going to blow away

So don’t even try to stay

Just let go

Shut your eyes closed

Stop trying to live

You’re not going to like it

So just stop

Give up

You thought it was all going to be all okay?

How pathetic

You were always going to fade

This was as always how you were meant to go

By a random murderous death

So breathe your last breath

And hope you don’t wake up again the next day