I have some bad news baby.
Writing in pencil wears thin
And a pen will just smear the words away.
You're angry and hurt.
Voices linger in their echos and your screams can't find a way to drown them out,
But shouting at an astroid won't make it turn tail and flee, so put on your gloves and grab something sharp.
The throats you may have to slit are only there to reload another round of insults.

Keep it up baby, get in my room and slide your dress off. Lets put that anger to some good use.