Downright broken.
I need some grace.
Help?
Maybe.

Smashed it against the wall.
That was accidental.
Just a surge of anger that brings something powerful at hand.
Damn,it did feel good.
But the aftermath was destructive.
Not the right time,definitely.

I'm distraught.
It wasn't just about yesterday.
It was past events that resurfaced again.
A total breakdown.
It's going to come again anytime soon.

The guilt.
They've known me for years.
And yet,I can't seem to open up.
Don't know where to start actually.
Confused.
Really am.

Sometimes,one may feel that they're alone facing the world.
But is it just a momentary feeling?
Or sometimes,is it the awful truth?
I have a host of questions that still remains unanswered.

I feel like a bloody zombie.
Period.

Lies,deceit.
Pretending.
Vulnerable.

Shit,feeling everything all at once is never nice.
I hate it.

I know this post may seem very,depressing.
But hey,it's my blog.
You'd not need to judge,care nor know.