It burns

A tiny speck of unbridled hatred for the entire world
smolders in my soul.
When your eyes water I want to tear the earth away so you feel no pain...

Yet my rage festers and burns into a blind fit of passion.

I tell you to go.

Not cause I hate you...
Because I want you to be away then maybe someone else can take away your sadness and tears.

You don't deserve to see me fly off.

The world goes wrong,
I can't breathe
  think
move
laugh
ANYTHING.

Not while you're not happy. A pox on the earth. I'd do anything to fix you. To make you feel better... and there seems to be nothing.

I wish we had enough... I wish we had everything you deserve so you could be happy. I wish we had enough. It's never enough, nothing is good enough... it never will be. The newest everything will never be good enough for you. The most anything will never satisfy you.

I want to cry. I can't work enough to make enough. Things break or go missing and we never seem to know why the world seems to kick us in the ass repeatedly. I break down and lash out. NOT at you... no never you my muse... but to you.

All you can do about it is let it fester. There's nothing that will take it away, my hatred for this world and all the fucking little shit that goes wrong in it that just makes my blood boil, skin curl, hair whiten, and teeth clench. Not love, or friends, nor money, or time will reduce the passionate contempt for stupid things which wreak havoc on my mental stability.

All this over a car door... seemed like more at the time.