The flood wall has broken.
Feelings are coming from every direction,
but I hold back.
Hugging myself is the only option.
I'm hungry for love.
I want kissed.
To just feel your soft, pouty lips on mine one last time.
Let's never stop.
I'm thirsty for happiness.
Crying and wheezing every night has formed into my routine.
I can't keep getting hurt.
Take away my pain.
I'm tired of being angry.
Any little thing sets me off.
I want to punch everything that comes into view.
I need to be in control.
I'm confused from my thoughts.
My conscious talks me into believing things that aren't true.
Normal isn't an option; I'm crazy.
Stop listening to my head.
All of the outrageous emotions are spilling,
although they're still inside.
I may look perfectly fine on the outside,
but the zoo comes from within.
July 17th, 2019
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