• Your news tears holes into me. Invisible gunshots that tear through skin and bone. This feeling envelops me. Weaving through my mind like a spider's web. Anger unlike any other is replaced by sadness and longing. Deep down I laugh, laugh as I crumble. Laugh as I slowly weaken. I want to scream at you. I want to hold you and make you mine. I want to hit you for being so stupid. I know that you don't care that I'm fading, and it confuses me. Laying in the middle of the road, a wounded animal to be hit over and over. Not being able to walk away, I just close my eyes and hope for it to end. I don't understand these feelings. I should be happy for you. Happy that you got what you wanted. But I'm not. I'm not happy for you. I want you to hurt like I do. I want you to know how this feels. I know that this violence is merely a feeling, another wave to roll and disappear. But for now I'll let it carry me. I'll let it hold me up until I can hold myself.