Angry blue flashes
mark the extent of pain
that blurs my vision
with black holes
that **** in any positive
                                                             resolution

Inside the whirlwind
of emotion, there is
one thing.
That one thing is the
                                                             only
thing that can exist here.
Pain.

Outside of this haven,
this dark cold hole that I call;
home.
There exists a world,
where nothing good
ever
                                                             comes
my way.

Hiding away here,
I know I'll never last.
I know I can't fight
                                                              to
the end.

But I'll try my hardest.
I will show every single
one of
                                                              those
people who ever judged
me.

I will show everyone
                                                              who
ever thought that
they could break my
walls down.
Without consequence.

I will show them that
I can
                                                              truly
be a monster.
I can be the tool
of my own destruction
if they really
                                                              want
to provoke me.

To the people who
know me.
To the people who
love me.
I want to show you
something.

I want you to believe
me, when I say,
I can create
                                                               an
ending for this
story called life.
It can be pretty,
or,
it can be
macabre.

All I'm saying is,
there will be an
                                                                ending.

It might not be
the one you want
to see.
But I'm not
afraid to
pull the trigger.