Rage

I feel extremely horrible now.
Left alone, dead and silent.
But yet the surroundings are so loud. Too loud.
And I can hear your sound far but clear.
Its contradictory strange yet so much peculiar instilled.
From here, I can see the lonely souls of the room.
There are no ceilings, there is, but no one can reach it.
You’re nice but you’re mean. You’re adorable but sometimes a fucking slap in the face.
And sometimes, just sometimes, I want to punch your nose until it fucking breaks.
And smile up at your screwed up face.
The rage and the anger and the sunset.
Too long, too blue and the upside down.
Its strange I can still see the beauty.
The one with the beauty, the one in the shame.
And the pain.
And the rage.
Here it comes again.
I feel extremely horrible now.
Left alone, dead and silent.

Whoa. There’s a lot going on in that screwed up girl’s brain.

So I wasn’t feeling too well today ( like always ). And I was getting all puny and really really angry. Hence my random outburst of flabbergasting emotions. No surprises.
I was thinking you’ll get used to it.
Thanks for reading.

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