I cannot pinpoint what direction it's coming from.
Something is wrong, It feels off,
like something is bound to explode or erupt.
I'm scared, despite waiting for it to happen.
I'm ready, but I know it'll hurt me.
So now I anticipate the coming storm,
with my anxiety and depression keeping me company.
But hey, at least I'm alone,
so no one else will have to worry, and
no one will be inconvienced by the bullets that are about to destroy me.