1-2-3-4 bleeding out at 3 AM

Last night I went crazy
In the garage at 3AM
I punched a red bag
Till the numbness set in
Till the pain was forgotten
While the bag became redder
And dripped onto the floor
Spattered on my clothes
Smeared across my palms
Dripping down my closed fists
While the count went on
1-2-3-4
1-2-3-4
1-2-3-4
Fingers flexed
They still work
Make them work harder
1-2-3-4
Bam
Slam the bag into a wall
It flies back
1-2-3-4
Catch it on the rebound
1-2-3-4
Ugh
Stumble and fall to one knee
Smack
Smashes into the face
You fall onto both knees
Stand up
Face down your fear
Fight back
1-2-3-4
Use that righteous anger
1-2-3-4
Spell out that frustration
1-2-3-4
Forget the memories
1-2-3-4
Concentrate on the bag
1-2-3-4
Hit it again
1-2-3-4
And again
1-2-3-4
And again
1-2-3-4
Ignore the tears
1-2-3-4
Haziness
1-2-3--4
Dizzy
1-2-2-2..
Concentrate
1-2---...
Thump
Fall down
Too much madness
Too much pent up anger
Lay down on the cold floor
Feel the stone digging into your side
Notice the numbness fading
The pain comes back
Full force
Fade to black.

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I finally saw the true evil that hides behind the facade that is my family. I saw it and i could not cry. So I walked out in the cold and released everything inside of my cold heart onto a punching bag. I used no gloves or even training tape. I have probably fractured the bones in my hands and if I hadn't collapsed and stopped, I would have broken my right hand. My anger could have ended up killing me. The sad thing is, its been almost killing me for years.