Silent Screams

When all you can do is open your mouth and pray a sound comes out. Clutching a drenched pillow in the moonlight as your heart wails to the stars. 


His brow furrows and her lips purse seeing that vacant wild gaze you sweep upon them. You hear them before the sound even reaches their lips. 


You fail. 
Your fault. 
You die. 
Worthless. 
Expendable. 
Cheap. 
Failure. 
Retched. 
Undeserving. 
Unloved.



You know these words. They are the song tattooed on your heart. They resonate in your soul like the beating of the drums. Slow. Steady. Strong. Consistent. 


You dream of a far off time when the sun would catch your lips and the breeze waft through your hair as if it were spun silk. 


You remember when your soul laughed and the tears that streamed down your face weren't from anguish but joy and contentment. 


You run around blindly searching for the one who might comfort you. Whose arms are strong enough to block even boulders from crushing your heart. Pushing through the weeds and filth of your existence you realise your search is in vain. 


There is no Great Comforter. There is no where safe. There's nowhere left for you to run. 


Your existence is final. You have been chosen as the least acceptable and it Has Been Written. 


Falling to your knees in defeat you know it to be true. Despair has hit you like a ton of bricks; knocking your breath away and settling around you like a death shroud. 


Go ahead.
You know you want to. 
You just know you can't. 
No one will hear you. 
No one will care about you. 
No one will notice...your silent scream.