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 fallbackThis tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.


    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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    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