“Ragetown.” Fiction. Based on a True Fury.


Fiction. Based on a True Fury. 

by f.d.w

This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional.

Trigger Warning: our program often motivates people to discuss their trauma. If you find yourself feeling overwhelmed, please, take a step back to address emotional flashbacks and trauma before continuing to push yourself. If you are experiencing a medical emergency, call 911 or the National Suicide Hotline at (1-800) 273-8255.

i feel it coming on, a rain of terror
if I’m not careful
sliding into a reign of errors
ten minutes ago the scare-ee
ten minutes from now the scare-er
it turns on a dime and i feel left behind
how did i get here?
to the land of screaming and smashing
inside, my anger fear and hurt parts crashing
stumbling ‘round a city you know that you know
but it’s a lost without a map thing
a land beyond space, age, and time
constructed without visible reason or rhyme
a world where twenty-two becomes five
on the ride up i can’t stop
but i know i want off
so i ask for some direction and they wanna know why i’m mad
i’m afraid i cannot say
or else they might just laugh
i feel the disorientation of navigation without a map
do i keep on stumbling through this place because it stings
and i’m addicted to such things
or do i peel off
swallow my pride
hitch a ride
on the next train out of this one-track town
back home i find that i left my map
legs all shaky i collapse
a heap of i love yous
and i’m sorrys
and i’ll never do it agains
that is
until the next time i see the lights
of ragetown.

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