Can you hear it?
I wish somebody out there could hear me scream. Trapped in this prison; eating myself alive. Today’s nothing but a flashback of distrust and it’s not anyone’s fault but one’s. I wish somebody would understand what I go through; but then again I wouldn’t want anyone to live through this torture. Personal hell is the worst type out there and I just made myself at home. My voice is on mute but my mind is on rapid. My hands tremble as my eyes water. There isn’t enough time to write what’s on my mind. Sure, blame me. Keep saying accusations. Tell me how much I hurt you. You’ll never understand what I’m going through and what I go through. But it’s driving me away. I might just go. Only to save you from the things you won’t understand.