And I want to break out, I want to take my foot to the windshield and kick it out. I want to break out of this car that is filled with my anger that I can't control. Tearing everyone down in this car for no reason. I'll squeeze my eyes shut till I'm seeing red, turn the music up loud and dream of taking a hammer to my head. I can't yet breathe in. Tylenol is not taking away this headache. I feel the need to scream but instead it just becomes another lump in my throat. The nauseous feeling in my stomach won't go away. It's holding me down.The air in this car is no longer the same. Ever since I made it about me again. Ever since yet again I've ruined something that was fine. Something other people were enjoying.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
