Scream, I May

Scream, I May

A Poem by Annebelle Ashire

(I don't know what to do
I don't know what to tell anyone this time.
It's all on you
This is your crime.
They all want to know what's going on
And I don't have an answer for what's wrong.)

I tore your pictures from my wall
Ripped them as you did my heart.
You're not here to see me fall
Congragulations, you hit me with your poison dart.

The hole where my heart once beat,
Is now a hollow tomb.
Forever I shall lay
In this cold, forgotten room.

Your letters are in pieces
Scattered around me on the floor.
I see every one of their creases
I play the music, and lock the door.

Slowly but surely, these tears I cry

[Over someone who broke me from the inside
He won't talk to me or tell anyone why]

And so beneath this darkened sky I hide.

Just like a dried out sponge, you soaked up all of me
And just like you had intended
I became too blind to see.

Here I lay
My back against the cold hard floor.
I'm trapped within the game you play
And day by day the pain aches a little more.

I am sick with regret tonight
All the lies I've swollowed come RIGHT back up again.
Now I'll have to fight
Because to this,
There IS no end.

All the letters I wrote to you

[38, i counted]

Are no longer true.

All of the

"I love you"s

[i lost track]

Are now isolated behind all of the

"we always argue"s.

So one last time
Scream, I may.

© 2008 Annebelle Ashire


Author's Note

Annebelle Ashire
The last one to destroy me - I pray his actions backfire.

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Annebelle Ashire
Annebelle Ashire

Loves Park, IL



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