Slowly losing my fucking mind
Who are you to judge me? I feel your judgmental eyes leaving trails of red burned flesh from my face to my feet. The rage that simmers in the pit of my soul begins to bubble. I want to lash out. Grab you by your throat and get you to shut the fuck up for one second, but I will never put my hands on you in anger because it is exactly what you want me to do. I feel my hands begin to shake from the intensity of the moment. As I turn to walk away, my thoughts are racing with all of the things I could say back in my defense, but it is just not worth it knowing I will never be understood. I pick myself up and keep going. It is all that I can do at this point. I need to let you go for a while again because what we share is toxic, and I cannot allow you to bring me down.
xo
drea
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