I want to ...
Scream and Shout
rip my hair out
while I Push at tables
and Throw chairs
I want to
Tear and Scratch
the door of its hinges
to Throw it
until my fingers fall off
blood flowing down
I walk over to the corner
to
bleed out
I fall through the floor
down in the black void
leaving a bloody trail
in my wake
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Always Waiting
PoetryThis includes poems written by me, involving life and the feeling of waiting for something to happen but you don't know what, kind of feeling and sadness. Lots and lots of sadness in a deep heart-searching way. Where lies your heart in this madness...
