The wind is winding up to knock the air out of me, this is not a drill I repeat this is not a drill.
I pulled the fire alarm by not taking my medicine on purpose.
It just rubs me the right way to be able to ruin myself for one whole day.
Breaking my own neck to see if anybody is looking at me, ripping off my own nails trying to crawl away from the sickness in my head.
Its already got me.
In all reality this is a walk in the park.
I've been here before, I've felt this before.
But that's just too easy.
I've got to stay on my toes when my feet are nailed to the ground.
When I was younger I didn't know of emotions or how to control them, now they control me.
There's a dog fight going on in my head and I'm on the outside ramming my head against the wall begging them to stop, please just stop.
I believe dogs are better then most people and hearing them trying to die because they were taught to makes me sick.  
I don't have to see it, I am the animals.
Killing myself because I was taught by myself to win by dying.
I'm taking a walk in the park while a dying mutt hangs onto my neck trying to win.
This is happening while everybody else is happening but inside me
there is
so
much
more
then
something
just
happening.