Defeating

[Quin600]

I've just been told that I was wasting my time. You couldnt tell me, but I knew someone who could.

I cry. I stumble. I choke.

I rush to the bathroom, to cough up my hate. My bile. My stupidity.

I feel it in my stomach. This sick black stone. I want to purge you from me.

I feel it rush out. It catches in my throat with sick black sobs and gasps for air.

I spill you out. Ripped my throat raw coughing you out.

And now I feel very empty, very stupid, very defeated, and very tired.