Today, I screamed
It was more of a silent scream like
when you're screaming so loud, nothing comes outBut you can hear it all in your head
It hurt
I couldn't talk, couldn't possibly explain how much everything was too much, how it was breaking me
How do you explain being broken to someone?
My apologies
Humans don't break
They fracture
Like a bone or a rib
I'm proud of my heart
For holding in that scream for so long till I had the guts to let it go
It was made up of tragedy and particles of hopelessness and despair and all that cliche stuff about when you're so numb yet you feel it all, well I felt it all in that scream and every part of my body heard the sound of that silent scream as it resonated through the air and in my head and out of veins and it hurt, it hurt
and I just really need a cup of tea right now
Cuppa tea for my silent scream?
YOU ARE READING
Tea for Teardrops
PoetryMadness is where the teardrops are. And tea is where the madness is.