I want to punch a fucking wall
and spit in your face
way to go rub salt in the wound
is it satisfying to you?
to be the one who kicks me down?
rising above me like stomach acid in my fucking throat.
the force of rage I feel
It compares to no other
my teeth are grinding
My bruised hands clenching
wishing that your fucking neck was in between them
the fact that you existed made me alive
But now the thought of your action makes me cringe.
you were the reason I looked forward to getting up
Now you’re the reason I’m writing this,
quarantined in my hatred
because you’re a fucking cunt.
Mad as hell, tired as shit, high as fuck
I really like this answer to the post I just made.
I wrote, Why is it that sometimes the people you love the most make you feel the worst?
and this person responded, Because you hold them so high sometimes, that it’s a far drop down when they let go.