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

  pay back

  flashbacks

  Backtrack

  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