I'm getting so tired,
Of the realization
Of knowing,
That life isn't going to change.
No matter how much I wish it would.
And I can feel my blood pulsing through my hand.
Because I got mad,
Then took out my anger on a wall,
Other than your lying face.
And the wall hurt me,
Worse than I hurt it.
But I'm proud of myself
For taking it out on something
That wouldn't scream.
I'm proud that I put force behind it.
Breaking three blood vessels in my right hand,
And four knuckles.
It made me proud.
What did you think
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i love this.Its amazing.
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awww is there something wrong i loved it!
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