Alone again still in Stuff about stuff

You ask questions I answer them you walk away you come back you ask questions I answer them you yell I get defensive I go on the offense you stand in my way you touch me I cry you tell me to stop it I put on my shoes I slam the door I can’t shake the anger I sit alone I argue with myself I sit alone I find a bathroom I sit alone I cry and it echoes and I try to be quiet and I cry and I sit alone and I get up and I wipe my face off and I clean my glasses and I blow my nose and I go take a shower and I cry and I cry and I cry and my chest feels like it’s ripping open and I almost fall in the shower and I wish I had fallen and hit my head hard enough to damage my brain hard enough to forget everything hard enough to hit the reset button on this pile of shit I call my self my identity my shattered stupid little ego shaking hands trying to piece it back together in a different way but some of the pieces don’t fit anymore and some of the pieces seem to not be shatterable and the anger is a tumor in the center of it cancerous tendrils wrapping around the shame and the guilt and the pain and it’s all mixed together into one hideous oozing clump of nastiness