I want to scream,
but screams never leave my throat.
They twist inside me,
coiling like snakes,
biting my chest,
hissing in the corners of my ribcage.
I want to shatter the walls
with my voice,
to make the darkness hear me,
to make it bleed for what it’s done
but my throat is locked,
sealed by years
of fear, of pain,
of everything I could not fight.
The past claws at me,
my own skin feels like a cage,
and the present
is a battlefield
I cannot name.
Who I am
bleeds silently,
while who I want to become
waits beyond this suffocating silence,
a light that I cannot call.
I pound my fists,
I grind my teeth,
I scream inside
and hear nothing but echoes
that turn back into shadows.
Every step I take
feels like walking through ash,
every breath
like inhaling shards.
I want to scream
to let the fire explode
but the fire is trapped
inside,
and it burns me from within.
So I walk,
and bleed,
and carry
the weight of every unspoken scream,
knowing
that maybe one day
the silence
will break,
and my voice
will finally cut through
the darkness
that has been holding me hostage
for far too long.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 4:40 PM UTC
I want to scream,
but screams never leave my throat.
They twist inside me,
coiling like snakes,
biting my chest,
hissing in the corners of my ribcage.
I want to shatter the walls
with my voice,
to make the darkness hear me,
to make it bleed for what it’s done
but my throat is locked,
sealed by years
of fear, of pain,
of everything I could not fight.
The past claws at me,
my own skin feels like a cage,
and the present
is a battlefield
I cannot name.
Who I am
bleeds silently,
while who I want to become
waits beyond this suffocating silence,
a light that I cannot call.
I pound my fists,
I grind my teeth,
I scream inside
and hear nothing but echoes
that turn back into shadows.
Every step I take
feels like walking through ash,
every breath
like inhaling shards.
I want to scream
to let the fire explode
but the fire is trapped
inside,
and it burns me from within.
So I walk,
and bleed,
and carry
the weight of every unspoken scream,
knowing
that maybe one day
the silence
will break,
and my voice
will finally cut through
the darkness
that has been holding me hostage
for far too long.