Everything that seems
So visceral
Today,
Fades into tomorrow,
With a semblance of
Regret,
That
I often forget.
I want to burn
Everything down
Just like
All the bridges
Left
To immolate.
I want the feeling of
Their face
On my knuckles,
Tasting the blood
Dripping down
Their face.
Bruised and torn
And
Wretched.
I wanna feel
Control.
But I always do
The least constructive
Thing.
Isolate,
Withdraw,
Elucidate
The feeling.
Til it goes away.
Until,
Again,
I become overwhelmed
With nihilistic
Anger and a strong
Urge
To **** **** up.
I am not
A happy person.
I am not
Ok.
I am barely restrained
By my flat effect
And underneath it all
Percolating just under
My skin,
Itchy,
Stinging,
Painful.
I want to
Destroy.