Affliction

Thoughts that feel like screaming
tensions strung too tightly
skin desiring ripping
teeth clenched to breaking
torn strands from scalp
pills all-too-tempting
gun-barrel-loaded feelings
take-for-granted-friends not listening
almost-lover's oblivious
emotions pulling, tearing
burning bile pooling
sickness ever-spreading.

Hope as distant as peace on earth.
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I usually make an effort to punctuate my poems, but the lack of punctuation is significant here.