Writing Prompt

It’s seething,

Steam pouring out of me.

A flame goes out with every cycle of breathing.

I wanna break things.

I find ways to hate things.

I am so angry at being alive.

The world is aggrivating.

I enjoy very few things,

And I’m sick of being poked and prodded at.

I’m going to bed angry.

And I don’t want to go to school tomorrow,

I don’t want to go to program,

I’ve done all this shit before.

Felt...

I’m angry

And I want to stay that way

But I don’t want to just sit here,

Resisting the urge to pull my hair out,

Dig my nails deep into my skin,

Bite my arm and run my fingers over the grooves again and again

Because for some reason that’s soothing

And I don’t do that,

Because I know I shouldn’t,

But where is this anger going to go?

When I feel the need to do something,

And that anger always ends ...

I love you,

But I don’t love me.

We are the same,

How can that be?

We talk and laugh and love alike,

We’re both hurting,

Not fans of life,

But of each other eternally.

I could never forget how much I love you,

Even if your name didn’t end in ily,

I will do whatever I have to

To make sure you’re okay.

I think I get it now,Ty

You are all the best parts of me,

And I’m so proud

I couldn’t love you ...

I can’t believe I bumped into my teacher and she told my grandmother all about my behavior. I can’t wait to get her tomorrow; I’m going to start throwing chairs. I’m going to be really loud but it really annoys me that she thinks the worst of me. I can’t stand her. I really can’t she’s truly annoying and she’s ugly. At least I can get David to go along with me. I was calling him to laugh wit...

One sheep.

Two sheep.

Three sheep.

Goddamn, I hate Brenda. Homewrecking whore. That was my husband. MY husband.

Four sheep.

Five sheep.

Six sheep.

I think I’ll go to work tomorrow and slit her throat. Let her bleed out like the little piggy she is.

Seven sheep.

Eight sheep.

Nine sheep.

It’s not her fault entirely. It’s mostly my sleazy husband to blame. I’ll gut him first. Yeah, I’ll gut...

Welp. There goes my Xbox Controller. I knew it was a bad idea to come home in a bad mood and fire up a game that was known for making people rage out, break controllers, break gaming units, and break their PCs which cost them thousands.

I'm a fucking idiot. I even told myself that it was time for a break. I was kosher for damn near sixty hours of gameplay, playing the game with careful tact...

All I can hear is the ticking of the clock

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.

If it were a Tell Tale Heart and I was Poe

I’d rip the floorboards up for it to stop.

He’s staring at me still, he hasn’t moved for a while

Shouting at him to wake up, to face the world.

A scary world with too much to see

BANG here and CRACK there

It’s not the floorboards

Fires burn outside and children talk like...

It all kept coming back to what he had done. What my best friend had done to hurt me the way he did. Why he had done what he did. Who put him up to it. The lasting one affects his actions would have on the rest of my life; maybe even his life. Who knew? I didn't. He for sure didn't know. I just wish I could ask him if it was worth it; was what he did worth the seemingly low price of me?...

tw: sexual, physical, and mental abuse

God, I want to kill him. I want to smack that stupid smirk off of his stupid fucking face. I want him to feel the pain he put us through, he still puts us through every single goddamn day. I run the fingers of one hand along my face and arms, feeling the bruises as I clench my other hand into a tight fist.

I want to see that man in pain for the things he ...

The cold sheets matched my loneliness. Why did we even fight? I don’t remember. The fury makes your mind numb and my legs and arms are still shaking. It’s like a fog, it’ll clear up and I’ll remember. Thing is I’m not sure I’ll like what I see.

Sometimes I get so angry I black out. All that’s left is this toxic, swirling hate in my stomach. So hot I can feel it when I breathe. That’s exactly how...