Just found a poem thing that I wrote years ago about.. well youāll see I guess.
Heartbeats. Duhdu⦠duhdu⦠duhduā¦
Heartbeats heartbeat beat heart?
You canāt control them. No. Duhdu⦠duhdu⦠du.. du.. du.
No, stop. I want it to stop. Stop the heartbeat, kill the man, woman, child, no.
Stop the heartbeat, kill the man. Dead. Death. Killing. Murder.
No. no. no. no. no. Youāre dead. To me, to you, to us.
Iām dead to me too. Dead. Duhdu⦠duhdu⦠duhduā¦
Heartbeat. Heartbeat after heartbeat after heartbeat.
Stop it. It needs to stop. I will stop it. Will I? Can I? Can you?
Please you do it. For me.
Will you do it for me? Iām dead to you. Dead. Gone. Yet thereās still heartbeats.
Duhdu⦠duhdu⦠duhduā¦
Will it stop? Can it stop? Will you make it stop? Please? For you, for me, for everyone.
It needs to stop. Now. For good.
The yelling, the crying, the suffering, the pain. Make it stop.
Heartbeat. It will never stop. Unless I make it stop.
Should I make it stop? Maybe. No. I canāt make it stop.
Duhdu⦠duhdu⦠duhduā¦
Help. I need help. Can you help? Will you help? Can I help? Can someone just please help?
Yes. Light that fire, jump off that building, pull that trigger.
Heartbeat⦠heartbeat, heartbeat, heartbeat.
It wonāt stop. Make it stop. Donāt make it stop. Help me.