A search for solace.

You ask the Universe,
if it was a mistake
that you made.
Do I deserve
pain?
You fault yourself
for living.
You deny yourself
mournfulness.
Emotions are a gas.
You may try to keep them,
hold them,
bottle them away.
But there is only so much space.
It will seep
out of you,
a combustion
of you.
Self loathing will ignite
into rage,
then solace.