WHO'S GOING TO DIE IF I KILL MY SELF?

I have been a faggot, an outcast, a soldier and a son. An artist, a designer in the West but I’ve held a gun. A non-European here and a degenerate in the hometown. Aggressive for speaking up, violent but vibrant. Precarious and a highly skilled migrant. THESE SELVES OF MINE FACED EACH OTHER LIKE MIRRORS AND PRODUCED INFINITE REFLECTIONS. I KEPT THE MUZZLE POINTED IN AN UNSAFE DIRECTION AND WONDERED: WHO'S GOING TO DIE IF I KILL MY SELF?