Morbid

I am angry. So mad. I can feel the burning urge in my body to holler. SCREAM. I said to myself. CRY. I beg myself. But I’m holding it in. HOLDING. Like its uses every last strength I have in my body. I’m holding it. But the heart, it ache, oh so bad. ACHE. The finger clench. So tight. I can see the vain. VAIN. Every single one of them. They are so green. Green in anger. Green in rage. I command myself to breath. But its so hard, as very breath is like fire. It hurts. Oh the fire of rage. Save me as I sink deeper. Rage Fury Anger. It consumed me.