Shaking

My hands are shaking. In fact, my whole body is shaking. My chest is burning. I feel like my whole body is in flames. I feel like dying. It is unbearable.
If I were a doll, I will be broken down into pieces easily. So easy, that even a touch can break me. I'm breaking and it's hurting. It hurts so badly that I think of doing the unthinkable. Everything is just so confusing to me.
Hatred is growing ever more inside of me. I will be overwhelm by it if I don't control it, maybe even go berserk. I'm keeping an eye on it now so that it wouldn't grow bigger than me and gain control over me, but I don't know how much longer I can hold it.

That's just life, isn't it?