Sometimes I feel just
Like I am screaming
But no one can hear me.
Through the silence
I expell.
Tortured cries rack my
Throat, blistering pain
That cannot be expressed
Or demonstrated
To ease it.
My own silent yell
That continues for
Eternity, unheard
In the black abyss
Till the end.
YOU ARE READING
The End
PoetryPoetry and short stories I've written about the suicidal, bullying and self harm. No graphic content. Co-written with casually_crazy. TRIGGER WARNING
