No Control
Breaking down on the inside while secretly, you’re
Reveling in the fantasy of ending it all
Every single thing that has ever caused pain and suffering, feeling the
Anger swell and boil until it consumes all thoughts and actions.
The overwhelming feeling of having no control, while your face is
Heating until it turns red and your fists curl until the knuckles turn white.
Everything becomes a blur, all the actions, all the thoughts, swirling through the mind until it’s over, and you’re standing there, panting; watching as the red liquid drops to the floor.
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