Unkind

my surroundings have no meaning now in the midst of nothingness my aggression is aroused somehow confused about nothing else a prison of hate increasing this gap needs to be filled an uncontrollable emptiness lies in my head still i have been exposed to all as i hang my head in shame helpless,dependant, yet unique an individual in every way i am unable to come to terms with my own aggressive drive ill turn this pressuare inwards it seems on this i thrive i cant escape bereavemant ill heap this blame upon myself im no longer fit to live recognise my cry for help how can i admit my own anger when the words are hard to find convinced i am a failure to you so damn unkind