-My Dark Poetry-

The Rage

I break the TV, 

Crash the car, 

Smash the mirror, 

Add another scar. 

I break my own hand, 

By hitting the walls. 

I smash the phone, 

No more stupid calls. 

Nothing changes, 

Violence, always. 

I tear my eyeballs out, 

No more hollow gaze. 

I hate you, I hate you 

For all you did. 

For all you didn't do. 

For how lies always hid. 

It's not a cut, 

It's not a bruise. 

This rage, the hate, 

It's all just an excuse. 

I break my knuckles 

I keep hitting everything. 

I scream and break, 

Nobody ever does anything. 

I hate you, I hate myself. 

I hate all of you for this. 

Let me crash this stuff. 

What did you miss? 

How can you not see, 

How can you look away. 

I tear my rough throat out 

Because I have nothing left to say. 

I break the TV, 

Crash the car, 

Smash the mirror, 

Just another scar.