March 7, 2014
[Side note: the theme of the poem is mental illness]
I had never bothered to tell anybody...
About my emotions
To burden them with such things seemed illogical and unnecessary
I'd rather bottle them up inside
I found no problem doing this
However, after a period of time doing this
a loud, bloodcurdling screech of terror filled my ears
it almost sounded like a massacre was occurring right beside me
Louder
It grew louder every time.
Every. Damn. Time
It was impossible to think
It was impossible to do anything
Except to listen to the loud screeching of pure terror
But yet I stayed silent
I still couldn't bring myself to speak a word
Continuing to help others, and give advice
Even if this meant putting strain on myself
And it grew louder
It grew louder every day
It grew louder every night
It grew louder every second
It grew unbearable
I didn't know why I heard this screaming
I didn't want to know
I still don't
But I stupidly continued
To not say a word
To keep everything a secret
I was safer that way
Safe from everything but the screeching
The screeching grew to a point where I couldn't concentrate
Physically or mentally
All I could see was darkness
As the screeching grew louder in my ears
As I desperately wanted it to stop..
...But it didn't
All I hear now is the screeches of pure bloody terror
and nothing else.
