That's it. i can't take it. i'm going to snap. don't come near me. i don't wanna hurt you. just leave me to deal with my anger alone. it's not worth helping me. it's only going to break you. or worse, i say or do something and end up losing you. it would kill me. i can't go through that pain. i can't be put in that place. i don't want to put you in that spot. please just don't stay here right now. go while you still can. please. when i'm angry i shake. sometimes i even cry. i yell, scream, and curse. i don't really know how to deal with my anger. i just bottle all my emotions up and never let them show when i'm with others. it's like a pot boiling over onto a stove. a fragile bomb that can detonate any minute, if you're not careful. who knows, i might end up punching things. i hate being this angry. it reminds me of my dad. one of the people who's supposed to protect me, but basically ruined my whole life. of course with my horrible luck, i had to get his anger issues. i want to hide in a hole. that way, i'm far from people and can't hurt anyone i care about. i've never really learned how to deal with all this. all i've ever known was holding it in, or crying. or screaming, but that hurts everyone, including me. but then again i'll be better than my dad. i won't take my anger out on anyone. i refuse. i'll be nothing like him. no one deserves to be put through all the pain i can put them through. it's just better for me to isolate. hell, i'd probably be better off on an island alone.
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What It's Like In My Mind
Short StoryA collection of poems/stories I wrote of what it's like in my mind. It may not be for everyone, it includes mentions of suicide, swearing, and mentions of my trauma.
