Schizophrenia (Mental Suicide)

I think of death as if it's nearPlan my future as if
it's doesn't existI'd like to die without having livedDisappear
without regret nor joyDeath is perhaps a deliveryNobody's
never managed to prove itI'd like to have no futureKill
without remorse even friendsBe an animal without faith
nor lawMad, I begin to be madI feel my nerves that
are crackingI want to weep and to laughAn interior
force pushes me to suicideAn other one pushes me to
follyI think of death as if it's nearProject my future
as if it doesn't exist...