Saturday, February 4, 2012

Angry Hornets Live in My Chest

It's the way I want to throw every child into a wall.
It's the way I scream at people on the sidewalk in my head.
It's the way my stomach feels like acid and my lungs like static.
It's the way I forget to breath until I'm purple.
It's the way everything get's hazy and I can't recall the last few minutes.
It's the way I slide into the floor like butter.
It's the way I feel so fragile, like bursting into tears at any moment.
It's the way listening to anyone gets painful.

And I'm purple. My hands are shaking. I just can't.






I just can't.
Handle anything.



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Fuck everything.

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