My heart so filled with rage.
My mind with revenge.
My ink has become dry.

I stare at the blank page
And all I get is nothing.
Singing to my favourite songs too,
Has become a task that doesn't heal.

At times I wish to explain,
Because I know I have the answers.
But what does it matter to the world,
Because no one seems to care.

I am filled with rage.
And I know revenge is the last thing.
I am filled with pain.
And I have allowed it to engrave in my heart.

I am filled with rage,
And it's bad habits have been slowly creeping in.
Anger is such a bad emotion,
And so is the scare that you have left behind.