They cocked a toy gun, shot someone and laughed,
They let out some words duller than lead.
I saw a scene like that in a movie with a made up story.
I extended my left hand.
I could touch the toy gun.
How weird,
I thought that you had some personality.
I’m overcome with nausea.
The past and your immaturity cackle.
I don’t need it.
It’s filthy.
I don’t need a mouth anymore.
I don’t know.
I don’t want to know.
I’ve been holding my breath my entire life.
I don’t even know if I used it.
To be honest, I don’t remember.
I closed myself off because I was scared.
I hurt myself.
No matter what happens, I always feel like I’m loaded and ready.
Individuality, diversity, the universal, the normal, which is which?
In any case I can’t use them, I’m completely unable to use them.
I don’t need it.
It doesn’t work,
I don’t need my brain anymore
Shut up!
Just stop talking!
This is how I used to escape.
I understood it.
You can’t undo the crimes you have committed.
Nothing in this world changes
I want to create a present in which I am not ashamed in front of anyone.
I want to know.
I have to know.
No matter how much it hurts me,
I want to say it.
I really want to say it.
I want to tell you the truth, that bubbles up from the depths of me.