Boiling Blood

Anger bubbles and I boil for no reason.
Snapped. I’m shut, I’ve cut myself.
Bleeding out from an imaginary heart.
One that will never love.
By a hate that never sleeps.

I cry tears of blood.
Breathing in poison and drinking bile.
Eating the rotten fruits created by my own disdain.
Something that will never live.
A hate that never sleeps.

My humanity has been stolen from away.
I’ve become one of the walking dead.
A zombie. My body begging for flesh.
A need so revolting and repulsive.
Cursed by the hate that never sleeps.

My wretched insides ache.
Pain becomes my dearest friend.
Twinned with the angry voice in my screaming in my head.
“YOU STUPID BITCH”
I am the hate that never sleeps.