What Makes You So Damn Angry
Doubt
Doubt is crippling.
It is the voice in your head telling you everything you do not want to hear. But for some reason it always tells you some truth.
Doubts' siblings are paranoia, and anxiety.
Paranoia drives you up the wall and anxiety is the trampoline that bounces these thoughts in your head.
Without this trio I am but a shell filled with anger and hatred.
The question "why" constantly rises to the surface for contemplation.
As if revelation will lay in its wake.
After it's destruction has come to a crashing end, and the rubble has settled into ashes and dust.
Emptiness is the hollow after thought of anxieties remedy.
By which I mean the medicine is that of drawing your own blood.
And what does my blood mean to you?
Other than some flesh to pound against yours?
A hollowness that exists in my heart, a hole ripped to shreds that once held an ounce to care.
It is the voice in your head telling you everything you do not want to hear. But for some reason it always tells you some truth.
Doubts' siblings are paranoia, and anxiety.
Paranoia drives you up the wall and anxiety is the trampoline that bounces these thoughts in your head.
Without this trio I am but a shell filled with anger and hatred.
The question "why" constantly rises to the surface for contemplation.
As if revelation will lay in its wake.
After it's destruction has come to a crashing end, and the rubble has settled into ashes and dust.
Emptiness is the hollow after thought of anxieties remedy.
By which I mean the medicine is that of drawing your own blood.
And what does my blood mean to you?
Other than some flesh to pound against yours?
A hollowness that exists in my heart, a hole ripped to shreds that once held an ounce to care.