i vented,

i drank and burned my organs
i blasted my speakers and thumped my eardrums
i lifted weights and sored my muscles
i jumped jacks till everywhere hurt
i punched; kicked the wall, vibrating it, causing a low frequency boom
i punched myself in the mirror, imagining i was my enemy

i didn't get drunk
i didn't go deaf
i'm still mobile
i still walk
i'm brusied but what the hell
i'm angry with something

at the end of it all, nothing changes.
for i know tomorrow it will happen again
and the day after
and the day after
and the day after.
its the life i'm born into
a family of pieces
with lack of self-confidence
with lack of appreciation
with the want of everything more.

screw life.

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