That feeling

Like you want to smash your head against hard ceiling

Like you want to cut your wrist to justify the hurt

The longing for a box surrounded by dirt

The want for tears when you are not an easy crier

The desire to set yourself on fire

The dominance of hate, the absence of love

The constant reminders you are not good enough

That hurt after you've been wronged

While you are cursing yourself for not being strong

To talk and scream towards your foe

Feeling like you are the lowest of the low

Is a feeling I can't wait to never experience again

Can't wait to laugh "Oh, how silly I have been!"

Somewhere further down the line

I can't wait to feel just fine.