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Screaming
Sometimes I want to sit in a corner and scream.
But what it's from, why cant they see it in my eyes?
Why cant they see the pain I'm in?
They don't care, all they care about is making me hurt.
Not even the cuts on my wrists give away the hint.
It's all balled up inside my head like a rubber band ball.
Whenever I even think about letting it all out
it bounces off the inside of my skull.
All of these horrible thoughts trapped inside me
I just want to let it all out in one long scream.
Why do they do this to me?
Why do they force me to want to scream?
Is it ever going to end?
But what it's from, why cant they see it in my eyes?
Why cant they see the pain I'm in?
They don't care, all they care about is making me hurt.
Not even the cuts on my wrists give away the hint.
It's all balled up inside my head like a rubber band ball.
Whenever I even think about letting it all out
it bounces off the inside of my skull.
All of these horrible thoughts trapped inside me
I just want to let it all out in one long scream.
Why do they do this to me?
Why do they force me to want to scream?
Is it ever going to end?
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