Sometimes I just want the deafening, can't breathe scream
that shatters the weight on my chest
leaving me empty.
the one that burns my throat
and provides a bed of tears for my comfort.
it makes my face red, my head pound,
and my palms bleed from the nails in my clenched fists.
Sometimes I just need to scream.
instead I allow a small sigh to escape my lips,
slip into bed,
sink into a dream,
and hope for a better tomorrow.