Wavelength
The intrusive thought of murder
Haunts me day to day.
All brought about by pure anger-
Pure rage.
Rare, and
Undiagnosed.
When will it end?
Can’t handle to sound of a voice.
A voice that’s supposed to bring love,
Causes me to seek blood.
My Father’s voice-
Nails on chalkboard.
Is it anxiety?
Turrets?
OCD?
It’s life-ruining.
A corruptive virus,
Yet, it’s disregarded.
Get off my wavelength, I can’t stand to hear it
Anymore.
I can’t bear it
Anymore.
Eating by myself.
Living by myself.
Being by myself.
I no longer have a life.
I can’t afford
The violent,
Uncontrollable anger.
Nor the tears.
A sound phobia
Anger becoming a cornucopia.
Misophonia
Constantly living in strife.
I just want it to stop.
But I know,
It will NEVER stop.
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