I punched a hole in the wall today. It was June 28th.
I wasn’t really punching the wall though, I was punching his face.
Now, I’m staring in this hole every 15 minutes, “Why am I so angry?”
It’s been 3 years my nigga, we haven’t even spoken.
It’s been 4 angry poems, 2 suicidal attempts and 2 fucking failures.
I’m staring in this hole again, it’s empty just like my heart. Like my soul, like my mind and like my bones.
I punched a whole in the wall today. It was June 29th.