I can't control the rage
it's searing hot,
burns through my body,
I'm boiling over,
starting to explode,
I want to destroy
and kill.
I just cut myself
and throw things,
it's all I can do
to placate it
but it just grows worse.
There's no-one there to talk to
I can't take it anymore.

The End

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