When words hit the heat,
and tears come strolling down,
rage that seems to only implode,
and anger that only gets released through tears.
With words unspoken,
and fallen tears,
nothing seems to be working,
except for unexplained fights,
fights about anything,
at any time,
These are the times that I wish I were dead,
dead and unable to feel a thing,
these are the moments that I wish for so desperately,
during these awful times.
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