Scream
What else can she do?
Her body holds no power.
Her tears warrant nothing.
Only more tears, more headaches.
But holding it is impossible.
With each moment it slip from her grasp...
Inch by inch.
With every shakey breath she feels it about to burst.
With or without her consent.
The sobs, tears, loud cries,
Everything rides the edge,
Everything pushes against her well guarded boundary...
BEGGING to be let loose.
And with every muscle she holds it.
Her chest burns, head is pounding,
it feels as if a brick of lead is there...
Weighing on her chest.
She waits for the people to leave
For the perfect moment.
These fake smiles and condolences...
They make no difference.
They hold no value or validity.
There is only one escape for her.
She has no paper to scratch her pain into.
Her voice too hoarse to sing out the agony.
She is trapped.
The rain will not come.
Nor will her 'friends' or 'family'
They have long since left.
Just a little girl.
All alone...
Yet again.
Destructivity will not help,
Only make it worse.
Only bring itself.
But the pain is still there.
The burning, the weight.
So scream, little girl.
Scream until your eyelids are too heavy to support.
Until your voice is nothing but a lowly whisper.
Til' your numb.
Because it's the only way anybody will hear you.
It's your only way out.
Scream.
