Its a wound

Its a wound and I howl

I moan and I groan

I spin and eat at myself

until I'm raw

and bleeding on the rug

and I run myself in circles

bash gnawed edge holes

in the sheetrock

I let it gut me

while I thrash 

and drink and curse

online in various 

forms and forums

break all kinds of s**t

that I throw down the hill

to find later and wonder

how the f**k that got there

or 

even 

worse

much worse

when wounded

I sit quietly

do nothing 

won't write

and let it eat me

let it eat me alive.