Silent Scream
for the quiet ones
These locked up thoughts, feelings and indescribable nightmares I face are the parasites of my will to live. To open myself up and explain my problems will bring no good as I cannot see how it will benefit me.
Is it due to my lack of faith? Or do I not bear any patience to keep on going?
I wish to understand myself like how others try to understand me.
As my mind sinks into the depths of sorrow and my heart iced, my voice screams for help-only for my lungs to collapse and my breath taken away.
I scream in silence because I never knew what it meant to be heard, seen and understood by others.
I am a body. A vessel that carries agony and suffering.- A black ink that stains every white canvas.
