I feel like screaming,
There's a rumble in my chest that's telling me to
to make noise in the dead of night.
Is that alright?
I try to make the sound of terror but all that comes out
is a wine,
but is that really all i have left in the jowls of mine?
I try again but it turns into more of a groan,
a moan
I moan to apologise
what I've done with all my wise
cracks
cracks in the sidewalk, in the boardwalk, in the concrete slab.
What did i have
what did i have that made me be in the mood to scream?
Was it a tag team
of my depression and anxi-ety?
Was it a clause of overreaction
or the act of fiction
fictional characters swarm in my brain
I can't ever get away
I try to hide but they keep on finding me to drive me super duper crazy
short lives i live because of their actions
of their fictional actions
in my mind
my mind
the mind
the mind that i have to take down and dissect
dissect and re-resurrect
from this decompression
in our daily lives
I try to cry
but i instead start to pry
at myself
to see what's going on
is it that I'm frozen on my mind's intercom
I try to scream for help
I try to scream for anyone or anything to help
All i keep on saying in incoherent words and grunts like a turtle eating kelp.
I feel like screaming because that's the way I get connected to this world that i was forced to be in.
Im not saying that i don't deserve to live, no.
that's selfish
why would anyone want to be selfish
when they can kill fish
and eat their insides on purpose
on top of it
they could raise their young
and pry
and pull
and cry when they failed to try
to get connected to their children
after all, they couldn't scream for attention.
like me.
I feel like screaming for no reason.
I feel like crying but the tears are dry.
I try but I fail
I try and I wail
No sound comes out so I could bail
I feel like screaming
Come and meet me at a midpoint
so we could blow this joint
and shoot for points.
Maybe at an arcade,
maybe in the everglades
Maybe we could do everything someday
I feel like screaming.
Come scream with me.
I feel like screaming.
I feel like screaming.
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My Pride and Joy Story Thots
Truyện NgắnYou can enjoy these shitty stories i made. Some of them I will never work on again, some I will lead back to, and others I will work on in secret, have fun predicting the pattern: heck if I know. Make sure you request. I'm open to ideas. :)
