Flustered emotions

I can't get it out of my head,
the thought of you being dead.
So much anger musters inside,
hoping you painfully die.

I want nothing to do with anyone,
I don't give a shit.
I'm gonna act like I'm three,
sit here and throw a fit.

I feel like I want to cut into myself,
and rip off my skin.
I want to bleed til it's gone,
until there's nothing within.

Maybe it'll stop these phases,
and the pain will go away.
My solution to the problem,
is to never see another day.