Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Mental Breakdown

The day had shine
Raining down on delicate golden rays,
But inside of me
Was a hurricane of
Emotional stress, burning
To be set free.
I lock it up as I always do,
Demolish the key and
Wait for the day it all comes
Bubbling out into the world.
I hope it swallows and drowns
Those who disrespect me,
And I hope it leaks into the
Soul's of those who have wronged me.
They deserve this
More than I do.
Still, when all is said and done
And the sun is shining high and bright,
I'll still be smothered by a dark cloud,
Spilling down a moment
Of my own tears.

April 28, 2004

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Mental Breakdown

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