Do I break them, or they break me?

I knew

It was all wrong,

I was frustrated and done.

I was the only victim

Of this boiling anger of mine.

Broken, shedding my tears

I screeched and cried

Till my voice died.

But nobody ever heard me.

I relieved my anger

By breaking things apart.

To the point where

It just felt inhuman.

I didn't know

The difference between

Breaking something

Or breaking someone.

The sound of slammed doors,

Thuds and crashing sounds

Were music to my ears.

They were the only ways

I could run away from my fears.

But with every single moment passing by

My heart skipped a beat.

Who knew better than the demon,

That I was doomed