I write,
Because I can not scream.
If I scream,
I will break all the windows,
Of buildings I created.
I write,
Because otherwise I will die,
With unsaid words and soul.
If I scream,
I will hurt people,
That I love too much to lose.
I write,
Because I have no choice,
To live other life.
Where I would be able,
To say words I am not able to say now.