antagonist | p.jy

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my hands shake,
a frightened grip on the
angular rock in hand.
i glance down, nausea
climbing up my throat.

what am i doing?
i might as well do it,
everbody thinks that
this is who i am.

the rocks falls,
sitting, as a reminder,
next to my foot.
my body shakes,
and a horrible bile spills out.
my eyes shut close,
and i scream as loudly as i can.