I scream,
no sound is heard,
i scream,
never utter a word,
for the screaming takes place within,
screaming,
over and over again.
The screaming,
a result of the pain inside
a pain from which i daily try and hide
a pain that festers and eats at my soul
a pain for which i feel im losing control
wanting the pain to be gone,
wondering how long can i go on
before the pain at last devores my soul
and the inner havoc it's caused has taken its toll
This poem says something I've been trying to vocalize my whole life. The whole poem is perfect, of course I'm biased because I feel the pain. Thank you.
(By the way, I enjoy all your poems just as much)
I certainly can relate to this. I've tried to let out things bottled up, but I get screwed over and clam up all over again. So, I let it mount and have a least 3 emotionaal break downs a month. That's joined with thoughts of suicide, hurting myself, and sometimes following through with the inflictions. Maybe, by knowing we're not alone, it will give us the strength we need to make it through this. It's worth a shot.