“I don't know.”
The time passes and I think more.
“I'm not sure,”
so I place horrible doubts in mind.
“When was it?”
It could've been before us.
“Or was it?”
I cannot even find out how to find out.
“What did you think?”
Everything seems blurry.
“It was worse than you think!”
throws in the mind.
“What do I do, how do I reverse it?”
a rapid impulse surges inside.
“It'd be better if you died,”
so I feel like do need to die.
“Wait what was that about?”
I don't want to die, I want it to die.