Sh-Ron Almeida
Asst. Arts & Entertainment Editor
Like a boiler leaking over, I’ve reached the breaking point
Pulse pounding, nostrils flaring, a vision shrouded in red
My fists clenched hard, slamming them on walls and floors
A roar of a beast violently escaped my throat
Any restraint at that moment was millions of miles away
All I wanted was to be heard and feared
But instead, anger melted into sadness
Heart is heavy with a sudden illness
Nobody is willing to save me from my madness
I’m left with my thoughts of hopelessness
To hell with your assurance
I never needed it in the first place
Why build me up if you keep breaking me down?
A simple misunderstanding escalating into a battle of emotional abuse
Both sides relentless, corrupted by pride
Only to lock themselves away, a reconciliation refused
The people who love you the most are the ones who hurt you the worst in the end.
It doesn’t matter how much you give to others
They’ll just leave you behind after stabbing you with a venomous blade
Not unless you strike first