A thousand thoughts swirl around my head as I write.
Thought's I don't want to entertain,the ones I want to run away from.
I feel everything and nothing all at once.
There's this heaviness in my chest like someone died,though no one really did,or perhaps just me.
I feel a lump in my throat and a glitch in my lungs.
The manual reads,'Take deep breaths',but I can't.I just can't.
Too often I'm asked,"You okay?",
And I say,"I don't know.",maybe because you won't understand.
YOU ARE READING
Silent Scream
PoetryI write falsely true to break myself and then get myself back together in a static flow!
