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