Silent Screams

My sadness reaches down my mouth. 

Her cool slippery hands snatching the breath i have left to breathe 

She persuades my anger to do the same; 

They love to torture together. 

They force their fists down my throat and seize out my voice. 

Their hazy version of arms taking what i need most; 

Staring into my eyes with their bright glare. 

Waiting for my reaction. 

And give it to them, 

I scream. 

I scream out the air left in my lungs; 

I suffocate as I continue to expel my pain, 

In the only way I know how. 

As they tickle my throat, bringing a strain through my neck; 

A lump of themself fanning out to bring more emotion; 

More hurt. 

They push me to the ground; 

Stomping on the sanity i have left, 

The happiness i have left. 

Inviting their friend, 

Fear, 

To watch. 

Sadness brings her hand up to my eyes 

And pushes them through the sockets 

Engaging my tears 

The tears are a piece of anger as well 

A fusion of the two; 

A visual of my pain, 

Trickling from my eyes, 

Down to my chin. 

I find myself realizing,  

My tears are red. 

I’m shouting with no sound; 

I cannot breathe. 

My head begins to throb as i fall onto a counter, 

Screaming and shaking as if somebody could hear me. 

Am i mute? 

Or are they deaf? 

perhaps my screams are deafening, 

and that is the reason i cannot hear them anymore. 

The reason i hear nothing; 

Nobody; 

But the sweet whispers of death 

Begging me to meet her. 

Or maybe i just cannot bring myself to use my voice. 

Because it will end in pain,  

And more of this deafening silence.