Three Fucking Days

Feeling wild eyed and crazy enough to kill.
Hands outstretched and squeezing creating death.
I am a bomb about to explode.
Given the right circumstances death would consume me.
Flames would delight me.
Death's reflection in my eyes.
It makes me thrive for pain.
Inflict me and put me out of my misery.
I beg you please kill me.
The darker side of me wants to come out.
Supress the need to release it.
Feeling so insane now.
Hoping in a little while I can return to some form of normality.
Tossing and turning trying to sleep.
Breathing in and out heavy.
My guts wrenched and twisted inside me.
Gritting my teeth and uncontrolable shaking.
Give it to me quickly.
Three fucking days is way too long.
I need to shutdown and restart.
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Maybe tomorrow will be better?