Deep down there is a lot. I never let it out. I'm not angry at other people, mostly. I'm angry at myself, for I don't let me be. When I see someone beautiful, I have already ruined it in my head. Obsession fills me with dread. I have never gotten over anything. And never expressed it. It just builds up. And up. And up within me. And one day it will explode. Then, I will finally let it all out. Break every bone in my body. One by one. Sometimes I truly believe I deserve it. Not because of the bad things I've done. Exact opposite. Because of all the things I never did, and never will. Opportunities are there for me to let go. Why should I grasp at straws and try,
When the clock will just strike 3...
