When I'm angry I'll do
anything to prove that
I'm still in control.
Sneak upstairs and
drink all of the whiskey.
Bang my head on a corner
till there's a screaming bump
on my forehead for me to try and hide
once I'm calm again.
Run into the street at
3 A.M. just because I can.
Because I want to say:
Look at this ruin
and my two guilty hands.
All of my mess belongs to me.
There is nothing left for anyone to pick at.
"I've always felt alone my whole life, for as long as I can remember. I don't know if I like it... or if I'm used to it, but I do know this: being lonely does things to you, and feeling shit and bitter and angry all the time just... eats away at you."
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