Falling willingly into the trap I’ve set,
Throwing myself against the wall,
Anger is my only friend, an escape from the sadness.
A break from the pit,
The chasm of torture.
What’s wrong with me,
Break the inside out.
Down a pit I can’t get out.
The tunnel I can’t see the exit.
What’s wrong with me?
Cannot be right.
Nothing to do.
I know it is.
Just can’t feel that, can’t see that.
What’s wrong with my eyes to blind me from what I know.
To break out of this cage,
Rupture the norm,
Embracing the numbness and ripping it out.
What is wrong with me?