i tried to explain how i ******* felt,
but all that came out was a choked up little scream.
i think that explains it all.
i think that with my scream
you can hear the countless shrieks
that sounded when you said it was over.
maybe, with my scream,
you can imagine the rivers of tears
that i didn't even know i could produce.
maybe with that scream,
you can visualize all the blood.
maybe with that scream,
you can hear me saying
"oh no god what did i do"
maybe you can hear me screaming
for you to please
just ******* come
back