The air surrounding me
Is weighing me down
The tears slowly falling
Are enough to make me drown
The voice of reason is silent
I can't seem to make a sound
My subconscious is violent
I'm not sure if I should be found

~

Hand in hand we walk along
this dusk bathed beach,
reaching past sandcastles and starfish,
narrowing beyond the furthest footprints
our path has imprinted in the sand,
bidding farewell to a sun now
painting a twilight masterpiece
on a wavering horizon,
longing the cool evening’s embrace
to caress us in sea breeze bliss,
welcoming the tide’s white foam outlines
silently approaching weathered dunes
where we now pause,
and as I lean in to kiss you
I steal one more glimpse
of nature’s panoramic beauty,
for I know once our lips meet,
*everything else will disappear

What are you to do?

When your screams are not heard?

Your lungs burn.
Your head is pulsating.
You feel your vocal chords shredding.
It hurts to breathe or speak.
Tears streaming from your eyes and down your cheeks.

A cry for help.
As loud as you can make it.

They look at you.
They look into your big pooled eyes and say nothing.
Just stare.

Can they not see or hear the desperation in your eyes and voice?
Can they not see and hear how much you're hurting?
Can they not see and hear how you feel as if you're dying?

Or do they just choose not too see?
Just like they choose not to hear your screams.

No one can say you never tried to ask for help.
No one can say that you didn't try hard enough.

You lay there and feel helpless.
Like you're dying.

Years later you still have nightmares about it.
It still makes you cry.
Alone.

So what are you to do?

When your screams are not heard.