my blood boils over the edge as every word that spills from your lips is volcanic ash piercing my skin and how is one supposed to stay calm when my life has been spent bottling up way more than I can hold, this routine is getting old. I can't take the constant trembling of my upper lip and quivering of my limbs I'm not too sure how long I can hold this in. I take two steps back and inhale deep but it's still not enough to help me rid of these demons that won't let me sleep. Every ******* waking moment is spent fighting a war I didn't sign up for. I was involuntarily shipped out to surroundings unknown and places unseen in my mind is only chaos and blatant disorder. So **** the fact I can't think clear enough to jot down the words exploding from my mind, but I have a right to explode... I have kept my cool for far too long. My mental stability will be revolutionized, I have the right to do so.