I feel my blood, boiling hot,
Pulsating in every vein of my body,
But no pain at all.
It's arousing.
It feels like the Rage I'm in.
I feel my brain, throbbing loud,
Depressing the acuity of my mind,
But no pain at all.
It's consuming.
It feels like the Insanity I am.
I feel my fists, clenching tight,
Trembling with all of my being,
But no pain at all.
It's intoxicating.
It feels like the Malice in me.
Author notes
Story behind the lines:: My (now former) friend and I had been fighting over an issue with our parents. I was trying to get him to move on, but he wouldn't leave it alone. Eventually, he (for some reason) felt like he needed to hurt me, and so he started saying that I was to blame for my childhood abuse and abandonment. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but he kept going on and on. It was disgusting, and it made me crazy and full of hate; not only at him, but also at Jeff, my abuser (whom I once called Dad). That night, I wrote this.
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Beautiful as I said before
It's amazing Jess very powerful very meaningful
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Thank you!
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