Rage

I wanna scream.

I wanna throw my lamp across the room.

I wanna smash my phone with a rock.

I wanna push my tv on the floor.

I wanna punch through my wooden headboard.

I wanna break my fist on my concrete wall.

Sounds pretty violent.

It’s just this rage inside that I never even show myself.

I write it here so maybe I get it out.

Maybe I can stop feeling this way and finally fall asleep.

I just miss them so much.

I miss em so much.

And I think they don’t want anything to do with me.