Sept 1997
The End

The people.
They are going the wrong way.
Going backwards,
Running backwards in my head.
Need them to stop.
They won’t stop.
Nothing’s right,
It hurts.
I’m going crazy,
It’s their fault.
They’re doing it on purpose.
Pain.
Problems.
Two steps forward and ten back.
Not how it’s supposed to work.
Slow motion.
Shut down.
Things are stopping.
I think I’m dying,
Dead.