Wanting to fall from a skyscraper's roof and slam to the
pavement, run like crazy down a short pier and jump into
shark-infested waters.
Anger bubbling inside causes so many solutions to come
to the surface, yet the hurt it causes doesn't lessen.
Seeing a bottle of poison grabbing and drinking it all,
hoping it will wipe away everything hiding within.
Finding a loaded gun, putting it to one's head, pulling
the trigger and hoping for death.
Rage surging inside, causing vivid memories to surface,
looking for death to coincide.
Chest full, about to explode with the dynamite put there
from an abusive childhood.
Stepping out in front of an eighteen wheeler, falling
from a mountain, is there nothing sweeter?
Out of control? Sanity gone? Death wish abounding? No,
actually it's just the effects of childhood sexual
abuse remembered.
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