Anger, irritation, and general unhappiness.
I remember being alright and not knowing what to do with that.
The day I started wanting to be alone escapes me.
The day I stopped messaging people and not wanting to see them.
Stopping caring where I was going and what I would be when I got there.
A black wound in my chest where I used to care. Blown away by my own apathy and distancing.
Get away from me. Get away from me. Get. Away. From. Me.
Guilt let's me keep a handful of people near me.
The ones who make me feel like I can stitch up and cover up the hole in me.
Sad songs speak to me but angry ones do too.
I don't know why I'm angry.