Bleeding for the World

I want to break something.
It doesn't matter what I break. Whether it be the chair, the stage, or my hand, I want to see destruction.
I want to see something shatter before my eyes and I want to see it cut into me until I bleed.
I want to see the world collapse over its broken, unjust pillars because all everyone ever cares about are themselves and I am a hypocrite.
"It isn't healthy."
"You're just doing this to yourself."
Yeah, I know. I fricking know I am.
I'm not dumb enough to not dig my own grave. I know I am putting myself six feet under on my own accord. I know I am powerless against my own thoughts and powerless against the whole world.
Those sneering faces, those cruel smiles, and those welcoming knives being slit across my throat.
And I bleed and bleed and bleed.
Through my eyes and my nose and my ears I bleed and bleed. Bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed but I don't cry. I am petrified by my blood and cut down by the knife I hold. My chest is slashed and ripped raw when I rise.
Hello world.
I am reborn, morphed by the very mold of the underworld, picked by the sharpest bones of the dead.
I bleed only for the purpose of torture and I smile only for the purpose of fear.
Welcome me, adore me, hurt me, if you will.
But know this: the world is a cruel place, just as you have shown me, and by my hands you shall taste the unjust feeling of terror and prejudice until your heart pounds too fast it skips a beat...
And never beats again.

Author's Note

written: Nov 2024

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i feel the rage. i feel the sense of being unseen. i feel the sense of powerlessness against a persistent and pestilent evil in the world. there's no advice i can give. but i do know many feel as you feel know. that, and the rhytmic style makes this fitting for open-mic poetry. i wish us good luck.

[Dave W.]

I know that sometimes we write to vent, that writing is only that. I really hope your pain will soon go and that you have peace, thank you for sharing.