A switch flips, the fire lights inside,
One careless word—nowhere left to hide.
Pressure rising, tremors in my hand,
Suddenly, the world's a hostile ass wasteland.
This burning fury, all-consuming flame,
Twisting every thoughtw, playing in a fucked up type of way.
Oh, the rage—it claws, it tears, it bites,
Blinding red behind my faded sights.
Then comes the shame, so heavy, so real,
For all the Wreckage, and the scars I can't conceal.
The good times fade, just echoes on repeat,
I knew I'd be falling but it still feels like a dream.
I see their faces, etched with hurt and fear,
And in the mirror, my reflection’s unclear.
A monster hiding right beneath my skin,
Coming out so quickly —where do I begin
To pick up pieces of this fucking shattered mess,
This self-inflicted, never-ending stress?
Oh, the rage—it claws, it tears, it bites,
Blinding red behind my faded sights.
Then comes the shame, so heavy, so real,
For all the wreckage, and the scars I can't conceal.
The good times fade, just echoes on repeat,
Still free falling behind myself, all out of fight.
We laughed just hours ago, the sun was bright,
Now shadows swallow all the remaining light.
Those moments, precious, now a bitter sting,
Knowing the pendulum will always swing.
This fragile balance, shattered on the floor,
Leaving me broken, wanting something more.
Oh, the rage—it claws, it tears, it bites,
Blinding red behind my eyes left with no light.
Then comes the shame, so heavy, so real,
For all the wreckage, the scars I can't conceal.
The good times fade, just echoes on repeat,
Because the fall is always a nightmare not a dream.
The good times whisper, *"dumbass, they never last,"*
A haunting echo from my buried past.
And in the silence, after my storms subside,
Only self-loathing is left to reside.
A constant reminder of the damage done,
Until the cycle starts again beneath the sun.
AshOnEdge
