I just want to scream. To cry. To do anything to feel alive. This pain in my chest gets worse each night. The longer i hold it in, the more it will hurt coming out. It settles in my stomach snd forces its way to my heart. It aches. It burns. Its like a thousand knives in me are being twisted and making it harder to breathe. The once invisible blood stains start to show. They leak onto my white shirt for the world to see and when the world sees a weakness, they attack it like a wild animal. It hurts when I am vulnerable. I want to say something to make it stop but without this pain i feel nothing. I would rather feel the pain then nothing it all. I let it boil inside me for so long that when it gets released, it is a ball of fire tearing me apart, limb from limb, muscle from bone. Something snaps inside me and i no longer am human. I am free of the pain for a few minutes. I am free of the hurt. Free of this cage i keep myself in. This cage is comfy until my chest burts from the pain inside, melting these iron bars that keep my inner demons trapped. For if they are to escape, all hell breaks loose and I am uncontrollable. A wild spirit, uncapturable, poisonous, deafening. For I am finally free of the demons that tear me apart from the inside out. After this though, my demons are dragged back to the cage where they are held. The iron bars being replaced but not as strong as the last time, meaning that they will break free soon again. It is only a matter of when and where the cage will break next.
