I'm so fucking mad
fists on the floor
kicking windows, punching doors;
and screaming till there's nothing left.
Except there's still my life of regrets - and false diginty
that let me spin myself into a bet I gave away willingly
Cause the fight I thought - was not really fighting in me
and the outcome was what it should be,
but not what I want.
So I'm fucking mad
so I have less time to think about how I should be sad.
At the end of the rope
with nothing to grab, nothing to hold
Now there's nothing to do but let go -
and drop into reality.