April 20, 2008

I want to scream until I have no voice

and cry until it hurts to blink

and smash and break and ruin some things

and rage at a certain someone (a certain few, in fact)

and pound my fists on my bedroom door until it breaks.

I want to open a bottle of whiskey

and throw away the good-girl act

and spin in circles until I lose myself

and dance on the back patio in the cool midnight breeze

and then fall in the grass, laughing at life.


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