In these moments I swear I've lost it—
Can't be pushed into any mood
Just a feeling of rage
Built inside by weeks of thought pressure
And a calm façade
That I can no longer fuel.
In these moments
I don't want to go quietly
I want to go violently
Broken bones
Shattered muscles
Scraped up scattered skin
Blood rolled out like my cup is too full to keep it in.
I need it out—
I need something out
Until my life is all but spent.
I can't hold on.
I can't keep boiling until I push my daring too far
In these moments.
Because in these moments
I don’t care if I'll come out alive.
In these moments
I want to die.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 5:22 PM UTC
In these moments I swear I've lost it—
Can't be pushed into any mood
Just a feeling of rage
Built inside by weeks of thought pressure
And a calm façade
That I can no longer fuel.
In these moments
I don't want to go quietly
I want to go violently
Broken bones
Shattered muscles
Scraped up scattered skin
Blood rolled out like my cup is too full to keep it in.
I need it out—
I need something out
Until my life is all but spent.
I can't hold on.
I can't keep boiling until I push my daring too far
In these moments.
Because in these moments
I don’t care if I'll come out alive.
In these moments
I want to die.
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