This F*cking Feeling

February 29, 2016

I pound the wall

hoping to get rid of this feeling

This feeling of defeat

sadness

despair

My hands bleed

I breathe hard

Then my mother drags me away

away from the wall

She holds me

until I am calm

She cries on me

She screams at me

She scolds me

She holds me tighter

asks me why

why do I feel like this

the thing is I don’t know

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