All about Poetic Desires

Silent Screams

You say your listening but are you really?
The way I cry, not with wimpers or with sighs but with actions such as lies.
Yes im happy, yes ill fake smiles, all an act so youll stay around.
See if you really could hear my screams, see the scars and my dreams.
The hurt I carry. The wearyness. Cant you tell I seem depressed
Puffy eyes, hours with no rest.
Sleepless nights heavy chest.
Burden filled the bird I feel. Not that pretty peacock or that noisy seal.
But see im that silent eal or that pretty blue gill on that pretty blue fish who seems so unreal.
But yet you say you hear me, you see every sighn.
Every tear,every shout, every pointless lie.
See ive wished id die, you know the term suicide.
That relief you feel deep inside when you feel that blade began to ride your ocean tide,you know fearless sighs.
But yet you hear me right, you say its plain sight, no need to fight my demons at night because you feel your right beside me.
But no I am quiet I am invisable.
But yet you say you hear me.
Do you? Do you really see my perfect imperfect disasters.
My silent desires, those silent screams...?