Self Destruction

I can’t explain the horror streaming through my veins. My blood is boiling with the persistent feeling of anger. Everything is a flashing blur. Can it really be true? The people won’t stop buzzing, there talking makes no sense. How could such a thing exist? Can’t they understand my confusion? My mind rejects the pain. The hours drag by mockingly. The days test my strength and try their hardest to break me. How can I win with a double edged sword? As depression and hostility edge their dirty fingers towards me I resist with fear. I search desperately for an escape, but nobody comes to the rescue. I face the treachery and sorrow coming towards me with stealth, and try my hardest not to break under its pressure.