Silent Screams

Poem 35

I was a writhing mess on the floor
The carpet scratching my back
My sobs strangling me
My breathing ragged and shallow
My eyes burned and leaking
The blood on my legs staining the floor
The sound of pure anger behind my door
On my side it was fear and loathing
And on yours I couldn't decide
I thought about the boy I know
Who had driven me home that night
He laughed nicely
He had a wonderful voice
I was hoping I could work with him
But you said no and tore me down
You said I was too unstable
You know about my demons
But you always seem to forget
You tell me I care only about myself
But oh god, how wrong you are
I care for everyone before me
I try to be happy so they can vent
So people can confide in me
I hide away in my fake smile
So they don't have to hide theirselves
My breathing has calmed
As this poem comes to an end
But I also think that
My life should come to one too