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Poetic Display of Acrimony
I feel as though I'm crashing, a sinking ship plummeting further and further. I can't control my anger, But I don't want to hurt her. But when I look in the mirror, all I can see, is a hollowed out reflection of what you could call.. Me. With the life drained from my eyes, and my hair is a mess. A spitting image of my mother, except a little more distressed. I hate the thoughts that crash through my head. I swear my subconscious angel wants me dead. But don't get me wrong, I'm not thinking about my life. I'm not wallowing in self-pity just to justify my knife. I'm just angry, unstable, and a little bit insane. I can't keep up with the vomit spewed forth from my brain. I can't comprehend why I'm feeling this way. I just can't ever seem to wake up on a good day.
My goals seem unreachable, my mind is unteachable. My heart is fucking heartless, wicked, and cold. A black hole invaded my body and swallowed my soul. I feel like breaking, and smashing, and destroying what was once everything to me. I feel like washing my hands because I don't feel clean. I feel like pushing away all of those who care, but then how can I love if theres nobody there? I'm looking for an answer than no'one can provide. I'm looking for Straightforward in the land of the implied. I'm asking too much, and I'm giving too little. In fact, I have more shit on my plate than I'm ready to handle. I'm down in a hole again, and I feel so small. I've been reduced to what you see now.. a pincushion, a mess, and entertainment for all.
