338th Post

Another night.

Lost in the hazy stupor.

A wave of intense rage overcomes me.
An empty bottle is flung.
And lands with a crash.

A smile glints.
As my insane thoughts gather.

Picking up the broken pieces.
And slowly scoring cut lines all over.

And with bleeding hands and arms.

Whatever my hands can get on.
Gets broken into little shards.

Bleeding fists pound the glass cupboards.
Till it shatters.

Well.
It does not matter anymore.
Because i no longer care.

So put me in a strait jacket.
Lock me up in a padded cell.
And throw away the key.

I am sick of everyone and everything.