Screaming screaming screaming.
When true love has lost it's meaning.
Yelling yelling yelling.
When the remnants of alcohol are all I am smelling.
Crying crying crying.
The sound of all my hope dying.
Screaming screaming screaming.
Calling her names oh so demeaning.
Yelling yelling yelling.
The fact that she loves you keeps me from telling.
Crying crying crying.
Oh God I feel like I'm dying.
Screaming screaming screaming.
Do you even notice me leaving?
Yelling yelling yelling.
Was it really worth me not telling?
Crying crying crying.
Surrounded by anger they watch as I'm dying.
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Hyacinths & Biscuits
PoesíaCarl Sandburg once said "Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits." Enjoy this collection of poems, text messages, diary entries and more. Starting from age 15, and continuing to this day.
