i want to hurt someone.
i still want to hurt someone.
to punch them in the face and hit them in the stomach
and kick them in the face when they’re down.
just to destroy and destroy and never to stop.
i feel the hate pulsing through me
and there’s nothing i can do to change it.
it’s too late at night to start trashing my room
or to hit things.
everything is a target and everything is a weapon.
i have to try and stay calm and i have to try and stop shaking.
i hit my bed, i punch my phone.
i put on a CD and i try to listen.
i pick up a pencil to write but i break it with my hands.
i give up and i fall asleep before i realise.