A Little Insight

Punch Down The Walls

I’m led here, in bed next to Heather. She knows something is wrong, but doesn’t ask. She just lies there like nothing is wrong, while I’m crumbling inside. It’s been a long tile since she bothered to ask what’s wrong, for whatever reason.

Amongst the sadness, I feel angry. Maddeningly so. I just want to break it all down. Destroy it all. Erupt in unbridled violence.

But I can’t….

I can do nothing but sit here, cracking, to my core, trying to lock up these feelings, for fear of unleashing them….