screaming
reading
crying
fuck
I don't want to go home
I don't want to be here
I don't want to be
tired
tired of being
in the way
just want to finally
go
the pit grows
clawing gnawing biting gnashing
hungry
angry
It demands satisfaction
Retributive retaliation
to rip into someone else's gut and give them a pit
answers
would satisfy
and we have none
frustration
confusion
self loathing
desperation
and again, this time with new flavors
drawing ever new inspiration
with the same sickly sweet taste
as much as I wish I could stop, another spoonful touches my tongue
the only emotion that I feel as strongly as
my desire not to be alone
is my desire to keep others far away
and the only thing that's stronger
it's my desire to stop feeling everything