The Silent Screams

The Silent Screams

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Last published Thu, Feb 29, 2024

bloodthirsty cruel dark emotional feelings

'Teenager' Hearing the word, all that comes up in someone's mind is joyfulness, dreams, and so many beautiful things. But is it really the truth?? Are teenagers so happy?? Maybe not, our minds are full of thoughts, not so peaceful ones, so many stress not about what to do on the weekends, and most of our smiles, now, doesn't contain gayety. surrounded by fake friends, family issues, and the judgmental society, most of us have become prone to anxiety, overthinking, insecurity and so many things. In childhood, everyone was used to lend us ear when we had only rubbish to say and now when we need everyone is just busy or doesn't care. 'Genz' Our generation has gained so many names, titles and what not.'The most ruined generation' is one of them, but why?? when most of us aren't homophobic, we don't judge so easily, just because of some why is the whole generation being title as the worst?? The aces 'toppers', not everyone is, but why do everyone need to be?? why can't we just enjoy our lives?? when did we entered this arena of competition, why aren't we praised for just participating?? Self-harming, being suicidal, Uh! so many thoughts. But upon sharing those, we are titled as overdramatic or over actors....so with time, we've learnt to keep everything with ourselves, in our mind. This book contains those unspoken words, those screams in our head at midnight. Those hurtful thoughts which make our souls bleed. ------ Will delete this later. Share your thoughts too, use it as a diary of your heart and mind, all those darkness which consumes you and haunt you everyday, every minute and every second. -------

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