Somewhere between screaming and crying
is where all these feelings belong
shouting and sobbing, i release these pent up thoughts
I don't know which is worse, silently suffering
or loudly proclaiming the pain and seeing
the faces of those you love, and knowing
that they can do nothing to help
suffering silently to see how no one
can see the pain and watch as they go on
living, and laughing, and loving while
inside you're dying and crying and hating
everything that you've become, silently wishing
for the ignorant bliss that you knew as a child
it may not have been happy, but it was a better time
you were blissfully unaware of how far down you could sink
somewhere between screaming and crying
is where I lie.