screaming
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When I was little
I ensured everyone I had the loudest scream
One that would shake the world
I could feel it brewing up inside me
Begging for an escape
But I wouldn't
I am quiet most of the time.
I just stare and think.
My words get frozen within my lungs.
And I believe my thoughts are deadly.
People tend to ask me,
"why are you so quiet?"
i scream and shout
finally letting my anger out
hurting everyone around me
this isnt how i want to be
standing here shaking like a leaf
i put my anger away like a sword in a sheath
I am afraid to close my eyes
Hearing the emptiness when I awake
Feeling any heart pounding against my ribs
lungs constricting to leave me breathless.
My head is spinning
as I choke down a shriek
"Listen, listen
Do you hear
The peircing scream
Through the atmostphere
Listen, listen
Do you hear
Those long, long screams
Of pain and fear
Listen, listen
Do you hear
Some day I hope
I will be happy and free
And rid of all the pain
Of PTSD
It's hard to explain the pain
The thoughts of a young Marine
Screaming as he was dying.
i am who i am because i do what i say and what i feel. the question isnt where am i stopping but who is going to stop me .
When we die,
We'll fly like birds in the sky,
Together till the end of forever,
N' every soul in death is the same,
With a story to its name,
N' these bird all cry,
Singing the songs of pain n' pleasure,
I am fine,
we say,
Why would I ever want
to change the way
I see myself everyday?
We say.
It's supposed to work like that,
we say.
I'm supposed to act like that,
we say.
A column of abused air
escapes from these lips,
threatening to shatter
the barrier of sound,
and the perfect, airtight
supposition of what is right.
Things that just are
drip off the once,
