Pyrophobia

Pissed off to the maxinum...numb in the cranium and bleeding knuckles that I succumb to obsessively as I punch several walls...breaking me..my many suicidal attempts..shows that I’m a failure in success’s closet Yes, you made me furious like hellfire of hatred-hoarded, halfhearted desire of utter ire Right - you were making me mad as a flippin bee in his hive of arriving-undone-till-I-pass-out...nectar of negativity’s nostalgia drops unto the filthy floor of rocks and rubble instantly Oh, goodness, no..I’m ironically a pyrophobe and a non-functioningandnon-focused schizo-effective freakazoid, traumatized PTSD-inflicted little boy, stuck and crawling inwardly into a man’s body, releasing tension out of his ribcage radiantly yet so painfully and excruciatingly bothersome like his echoes of moaning and groaning..I’m a freak of nature, so immature and mature all the same....I’m using benefitial and benevolent blessings intriguingly so....bravery and is bizarre to my ambivert...God blesses us unique humans, but soon we will be the same..maybe we can share similarities but...no... I’d rather be treading down the road to recovery sooner or later I’ll just make the time to be grateful and have high hopes that will never collide or hide away cowardly and awkwardly...I’m in everyone’s boundary now...fired up in rage...