There’s an anger within me.
frustration chews at your soul.
i am a willing captive.
her raven hair was torn away, splattered red.
hate is a parasite within each of us.
frustration – a shade less red.
these festering souls become blackened under society’s pressures.
it buzzes under my skin. the urge to move around. the urge to write. the urge to just do something. the detachment from reality – dawning a facade of “i don’t care” and “i am putting everything behind me” – was easy during the day. during the night, everything comes rushing back to me atContinue reading “anxiety”
there’s no remedy for hating. the word keeps spinning. the people keep spitting. nothing is actually changing.
they don’t understand and don’t care to understand.