way too many feels..

RAGE

My scream is unending, violent and weighed down by desperation.
Vocal chords stripped raw, and my head and my heart, not designed for such things, demand from me a heavy toll.

FRUSTRATION

That my scream is so high pitched, elevated by emotions I can no longer describe, that no one can hear me.
Just wind in the wind, another bullet with butterfly wings.

REGRET

For the life I never lived. Cannot live. Will never live.
For the wonder of love and loss, of amazing joy and sorrow, that I will never have.

MISERY

Not because I am not who I wanted to be,
But because I am someone that I wanted to never be.
Someone I wouldn’t want anyone to be.

SHAME

Because I am too weak to bear it in silence.
Because I am too weak to bear it at all.

HYSTERIA

Sick, cruel, mocking laughter, at the biggest joke of all: Myself.

They say if you don’t laugh, you cry.
I’m doing both..