That feeling
Like you want to smash your head against hard ceiling
Like you want to cut your arm off to justify the hurt
The longing for a box surrounded by dirt
The want for tears when you are not an easy crier
The desire to set yourself on fire
The dominance of hate, the absence of love
The constant reminders you are not good enough
That hurt after you've been wronged
While you are cursing yourself for not being strong
To talk and scream towards your foe
Feeling like you are the lowest of the low
Is a feeling I can't wait to never experience again
Can't wait to laugh "Oh, how silly I have been!"
Somewhere further down the line
I can't wait to feel just fine...
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 5:08 PM UTC
That feeling
Like you want to smash your head against hard ceiling
Like you want to cut your arm off to justify the hurt
The longing for a box surrounded by dirt
The want for tears when you are not an easy crier
The desire to set yourself on fire
The dominance of hate, the absence of love
The constant reminders you are not good enough
That hurt after you've been wronged
While you are cursing yourself for not being strong
To talk and scream towards your foe
Feeling like you are the lowest of the low
Is a feeling I can't wait to never experience again
Can't wait to laugh "Oh, how silly I have been!"
Somewhere further down the line
I can't wait to feel just fine...
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