Have you ever felt like the world is completely against you? Like nothing seems to be going your way anymore and you just want to scream on the top of your lungs how done you are with every single person. How each human you meet somehow, someway, make things worse and get you unnecessarily worked up.
Like your hands are just aching to throw a punch someone's way. Or even something's way. You just want to let out the sheer frustration and agony that's twisting inside you, plain red is all you see as you hear yet another ugly snarky remark about you.
All the letters, words, sentences. They become one big pile of anger rushing you to bite back- let it out.
But you're too nice to do that, you just take this shit and shut up about it because you'll be called names you don't deserve, overdramatic and some will accuse you of literal mental illness. No matter how many ways of calming your nerves down you invent, how many strategies you follow and develop, you'll still be the bad person.
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this is just a rant tbh
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
