AGGRESSION

I cant control my temper anymore...

Gripping the my knuckles together I collide them with my wall until I feel the power of the insides grace my hand, a sudden rush I once loved, now a feeling that makes me angry

A hole is left, that hole is empty, and I feel like it relates me

A hole 

just an average hole

its there, all alone, by itself

people call it broken, but never want to seal it up

people try to cover it, but never try to heal it

that hole is my aggression

people say its dangerous, but never want to cure it

people say "take deep breaths and calm down"

but never try and help it, help me do it, help me remove it

remove this hole of mine

the hole within my sanity

that gap that mobilizes my happiness

the space thats meant to restore hopelessness 

I am a hole similar to the one my hand conflicted

And my aggression is caused by the hole people force me to hide

I hid it for so long

but eventually the paint begins to disintegrate

the walls begins to weaken

and the hole reappears

mine is visible again

and lost all the resources to fix it

i lost all strength to suppress my anger 

ANOTHER DRAFT BECAUSE IM FEELING BAD