This is about a pshycopath who has 1 week to live, and he writes this telling what happends in that week

Whats goin through my brain, is I have 1 week to remain.
Should I just sit around and sulk or will I end it with pain.
People call me a freak, but they don’t even fuckin know me.
How would they feel if everyday they were sad n lonely.

As a child I was mistreated, my parents really never cared.
Never thought of how I was feelin, they weren’t ever there.
But one day I snapped, left home and never turned back.
I one day burned there house, and I just sat and laughed.

Police later found me, at my house and the room I was in.
And then I was sentenced to 10 years in the loony bin.
I didn’t talk for a while, I just sat and dazed at some fool.
Then once a minute id change positions to a hole in the roof.

Many times I tried suicide, but shit I always survived.
It just isn’t yet time, for the end of my crazed life.
Every once in a while they’d give me my medicine.
But I put it under the bed, just like the rest of them.

One day I collapsed in my cell, nurses came to help me.
But It was a fake so I grabbed her key and she started yellin.
Security took me to a dark whole were I sat for weeks.
The only food I got was, hard bread and moldy meat.

Im a pshycopath without any simple reason of why.
I killed my parents, and sacrificed many other lives.
I wondered why, my mind doesn’t love my life.
The reason why is cause I have 1 week before I die.
Im a crazy man man without a simple reason of why.
I was so selfish, and sacrificed many other lives.
I wondered why, my mind doesn’t love my life.
The reason why is cause I have 1 week before I die.

After a month or so, I was back in my little cell.
If only those fucking guards could’ve felt what I felt.
Im as skinny as a stick, from no drink or food to eat.
I wish I could bring this thought out for you to see.

For some reason I remembered my school bullies.
Who used to beat me up, embarrase and always push me.
I then got so mad, that I started punching the walls.
The guard couldn’t hear cause he was making a phone call.

I kept on punching and my hands started to bleed.
I couldn’t feel the pain, so I didn’t squint or scream.
A passing visitor saw me and she called for the nurses.
My hands were broken, luckily they weren’t hurting.

One day I called a guard to come up so he could see.
But I quickly grabbed his head and beated it repeatedly.
The other guard grabbed his bat and gave it a strong throw.
I spun out of control and later found myself back in the hole.

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Ive always wondered what its like to be normal.
Would it be the best thing or would it be plain awefull.
Normal and wealthy, yea I wanna be like that.
But praying to god saying that I want my life back.

After a month in the whole I returned to my room.
With a doctor standing in there wearing a white costume.
He took a blood test and then he asked where id been.
But I then looked up and the guard was watchin me.

About an hour later the doctor returned looking sad.
He says “I unfortunately have some news, good n bad.”
“Your aloud to leave the hospital”, I was too happy to speak.
But because of your sickness, your gonna pass in a weak.

If your hearing this song, I have unfortunately past on.
And instead of writing a story I wrote a rap song.
Theres no sequal to this cuz im not here to be writin back.
But now you’ve heard the story in the mind of a pshycopath.

Chorus

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