The Silent Truth

You know that moment when all you want to do is scream?

And scream and scream and then scream some more and till there is nothing left.

And then all you have is that big hole of nothing and a sore throat.

Or when you just want to never say a word again and sleep until your problems are solved?

Sleep thought the pain, sleep thought the hurt, and stay hidden until its all over,

Because sometimes, hell every time, it is better in your dreams then it is when your awake.

Or Run and run until you are far away from everything, and start new.

Just keep running until your feet bleed and you can't take another step.

Run from your problems, some call it being a coward - but they don't know you...

Or when your really desperate  just pick up a knife and get it over with.

Kill the haters, kill the people who made you like this.

Kill those who made you so messed up there was no return.

And then turn the knife on yourself...

But you don't you don't scream, you are still speaking, you don't run, and the knife is still in the kitchen.

Instead these thoughts run thought your head... the pain and the misery are still there.

The desperation is still there...

but instead -

your mind turns violent but you stay silent