Schizophrenia
I don't want to hurt others with this thought
But my work can hurt others besides myself
I'm spinning, I don't know what to do
Like the ocean of other people's passion
I have a wooden boat wreck
My brain is not made for this world
I hear chattering
An illusion, a nightmare, a disorienting confusion
I am waiting for you to tell me
The voice is loud, there is no heart for me anymore
Someone tells me to run away
go out
when i go out
All eyes follow me
Everyone brings a gift of death
Everyone is coming to celebrate my death
I am tired of this bitter and irrelevant nonsense
Someone is screaming
It's like he's holding a saw and cutting me
I feel light because of my own fear
full of not jumping
In the scene of my death
It is interesting to worry about my future
I just played a game
Like the rest and all who slide
They just act like scary clowns
All become just a naked corpse
Everyone just wakes up
They are playing a role
Everything becomes just a naked corpse, that's all
I'm just tired of this bitter and irrelevant nonsense
Copyright © Sam Keshavarz Amandi | Year Posted 2023
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