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I remember throwing temper tantrums, stomping up the stairs, srcreaming so loud.
Now I don't do that...........
I rather do other things like test the strength of a window with my fist or see how many pieces a bedspread can become.
But I dont.
I would L.O.V.E to, to release the boiling anger.
To set free that feeling that can't be put into words.
But I know the consequences to well.
All the frustration and anger rattling inside needs to be released, but HOW?!
I have an internal itch I can't get to, until now............
On my upper thigh lies a map of my anger, shrine to my razor.
During the flesh slicing sessions I feel nothing.
I hate to say it, but it feels great.
I'm releasing what has been screming for LIBERY!!! for so long,
Im getting IT out
I use to be a violently ticking bomb but i found that button, I cute those wires.
Yes the ticking returns when someone tries to fix what they origanally ruined.
But I know the way, the button.
I own the wire cutters...