My Rawest Emotion On A Single Blank Piece Of Paper

Sometimes my anger reaches a level that shouldn't be obtainable. It climbs and scratches it's way to the top, and explodes any emotion I've kept hidden to whoever pushed me over the edge. Writing was my tool to keep it going down, to stop the black outs and stretch the smile I wasn't using to fool everyone else, but myself. It still is. I'll come here, hopefully very faintly, to direct any heartbreak or buildup onto this digital paper. I won't edit the writing. I refuse to change grammer because than it's not my upmost subconscious feelings that just needed a voice to use to shimmer down.

Because if I look at it with a clear mind, I'll hate my writing and think it's horrible and erase everything and never tell people how I feel..

I guess that's life right