i’m just mad.
i’m so mad.
at myself or
at you,
i’m not sure.
but i am.
so goddamn mad.
mad out of my mind.
mad to the point that i want to
scream from the rooftops
about how mad i am.
mad to the point that
i stay up until two in the morning
staring at the wall and unable to sleep.
so mad that i just want to break something.
so mad that i start breaking myself.
or maybe it’s not madness.
maybe i’m not mad.
maybe it’s sadness.
maybe i’m sad.