Scream

Sometimes, I wish you'd scream.

I wish you'd scream so I knew

that you still feel.

Still feel loss like I do.

Because I DO feel loss-

Loss of friendship, [mother],

and sometimes I don't think you do.

I don't think that you've felt all that you had to.

 

I know it was hard to deal with,

and to deal with it you acted strong.

But you can't be strong for forever,

and forever is just too long-

Too long to hold back your tears.

 

You once told me, long ago,

that you nearly ended it all when she died.

You were hurt, deeply.

You hurt.

 

I want to hear you scream in pain like that.

I want my ears to bleed from the shredded threads of your heart.

I want to see your pores open up and cry out from the forgotten years of eternity.

I want to hear you scream until your eyes burst from the sorrow in the floods of despair.

 

I want all of these things.

Because I am tired of being alone.

I am tired of being the only one who screams.

Reviews

[Phoebe Taylor]

A very meaningful piece, brilliant!