Bottled Pain

The pain bottled up inside,
threatening to spill over,
unable to escape my body,
I am forever battling,
this viscious war between,
life and death,
love and hate,

The battle between love and hate,
the need to feel loved,
the need to hate,
somehow released by seeing someone suffer,
or suffer yourself,
suffer through the pain,
somehow horrible,
somehow lovely,
releasing all my viscious thoughts,

until I am pure,
until I am myself,
until I am not suicidal,
until I am somewhat,
if not completely,
the insane meaning of normal.

The pain bottled up inside,
is now released,
i feel refreshed,
the pain is gone,

...at least for now.