#hellinahead

[forabetterlifethanthis]

Dripping Vitriol

I am toxic. I am poisonous. I am dripping vitriol. Every little thing that goes wrong is a vindication of my hatred.  Every stabbing of pain makes me caustic and acerbic to people trying to help me.  My loss of independence turns me to truculence and irritability.  I cannot take the positives in anything.  I constantly fear about the future.  I want to get out of my head.  But my head is a mirror-maze with fire exits leading towards ever deeper corners of anger and hopelessness.  I do the only thing that I know how to do now, and blast myself with pills.  The metaphor collapses in on itself and I hope for a better tomorrow, not realising that this is in my control alone. 

Get me out of this head.