A fist connects with the hard wall

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2020

A fist connects with the hard wall

But the anger that's bottled up cannot get away

The scream is killing inside and can't get out

Sadness in the eyes, the desperate need to vent

To scream out into the world all the things that caused you sadness and hurt

The face begins to feels wet

You hate it, the helplessness


Society thinks you have to smile everyday never show weakness and be perfect

But look inside into their soul and you see the broken

The ones who think they can't be fixed

There are so many mistakes we made

But no one who says, it's okay

So you work yourself up about this thing

Satisfaction a long way away


The urge is unbearable

Why can't I just do it and everything would be okay?

It wouldn't.

It'll just make things worse

No one wants that, no one needs it

Needs me...

Ah, stop this intrusive thoughts. It's not real, let me be

I want to stay clean. I was clean for so long

For one month and 17 days.

What would it feel like to never have to do it again

It would be a feeling of freedom


But can I trust myself to never do it again?

I can only have hope


I'm in a room of people but I feel alone, as if no one ever would understand me

"chuckles" it's somewhat ironically.


I was by the doctor one day to take blood

As she asked me if I had a Problem with blood, I nearly chuckled.

But I didn't, she shouldn't know that it's the complete opposite

Even though it's saddening.

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