Cold
Anger pulses through my veins.
violent rage makes me sick.
agony and hate mixed with pain.
scream shout hit and kick.
tears of anger not heartbreak.
the rage cuts me deep.
i feel like a nobody or a fake.
but yet the secrets i still keep.
i just want to be free.
i just want to breath.
i just want you to let me be.
i just might want to grieve.
i lay on the ground, my breathing shakes.
every inhale tears my soul.
i wish i was dreaming and would soon wake.
i wish i didn't feel so cold...
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