hissing names

strangled cries fill my head.
it won't leave me alone.
ugly feelings that come on so strong,
like a needle through the vein.
death is an echo in my eyes,
tears of blackness and rage brim over the sides,
not falling as i break a window,
ruin the pink walls with black and red paint.
it shows there is no perfection here...
only mocking bastards.
hit the wall.
bloody fists,
punching through the mirror.
sudden anger.
sudden despair.
dread.
all for no reasons.
hate is an echo.
i want to scream,
but the mist stifles me.
so i kill...
and weep...
kill and weep...
killed my happiness.