Emblem of the Scared Mind

Leaning against the wall, she slipped down, her throat feeling too tight, like a knot. She cried and cried, her eyes blurring, her skin crawling, feeling everything was a lie. She clutched her too tight throat, trying to plead. No sound escaped, no noise came. She just sobbed, the tears so easily falling from her eyes with seamless effort. Her face contorted in pain, she found no escape from her small hell. She was utterly trapped in herself. She thought over and over how she could just scream, but nothing came. So she just sat there, clutching her too tight throat, feeling her skin crawl, seeing the tears fall with seamless effort, hoping one day she could be heard. Even if it was a Broken Pleas.