2It wants to hurt
It wants to kill.
Sometimes it's easy to oppress.
Sometimes it's strong
I can't repress.
It hurts to have this chill inside.
I can't obstruct
I can't subside.
I wonder if it's only me.
If chill is mine
And they are free.
I wonder if my chill is shared
Is chill just mine?
Were others' spared?
Mostly, chill is at my core.
It's just a feeling
Yet, somehow more.
But, other times, it is a curse.
All bad thoughts
Start to immerse.
My chill really can be stopped
But some bad habits
Can't be dropped.
Maybe chill wasn't given to me
Maybe it's really
What I choose to be.
The chill is deep inside my soul
But this longing to hurt
Is what makes me whole.