the counting starts

one million  one million one the counting starts as my anger builds the persons face looks good but a brick wall looks even better bam hit the wall the pain goes through my body anger builds more i hit the wall agian and scream im done life sucks a*s im tired of the people that are around im tired of breathing anymore anger continues to build i punch the wall the blood drips down anger builds more and i just punch more and more tears start to come i suck it up anger builds more hit it agian throw something, doesnt help the anger. The one thought that sooths is the thought of a knife agianst my skin bring the blood the knife is on the wrist its deep i deepen in i take a deep breath and throw the knife the angers still there but better just so angry i need to run and keep running the blood runs. Anger contrlls me the blood prips till the dark end