i want to slam my head into a wall until i can't feel anything but the vibrations from doing it so hard.
i want to bang my desk with my fist until my wrist goes numb.
and rip my hair out until it's nothing but just threads.
because there's this unsettling anger inside of me that i can't seem to control anymore.
even though it seems like i kind of can at the same time.
and i feel like no one even listens to me and i wouldn't care if they even tried at this point.
i feel like i'm a burden to the sky and the world.
and oh,
it's not just "thinking" i am.
it's knowing.
i'm sick and tired of feeling this way.
so i'll do anything not to,
until i eventually destroy myself.
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dispositional tendencies
Poesíaa collection of writing and poetry i wrote about things that i can't always say out loud. i hope you enjoy this and can find comfort in knowing others feel the same as you and that you are not alone :)
